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This is insane!
Run away!
I throw myself on the ground as far as possible. I can hear the shrills screams, then nothing. It suddenly stops. There is a whiff of barbecue scent, the smell of calcinated flesh.
I turn back. The group following that merchant is no more. The dwarf is as impassible, then he looks this way.
"P-please don't kill us! We had no idea he'd…"
He simply leaves. Slowly walking toward the horizon. Will we survive!? Around me, I can see others slowly getting up too, livid. It has been way too many deaths for all of us recently. Actually, no. The real issue is HOW they died! In the most ridiculous ways possible!
