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Gypsy Feather Pouncer
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The fact I am still standing, breathing, and circulating blood proves to me the sword bypassed any major organs. I should be fine, all things considered. The same cannot be said of the Gnollboss, whose lifeless body now concerns itself only with cruentation.
His final strike, and it was a flesh wound. How fitting.
Nonetheless, I'm still losing blood. I should find something to aid this problem.
The desk is empty, but the Gnollboss carries a key for the large chest in the corner. The following treasures lie inside the Boss Chest:
120 gold coins.
A roll of cloth bandages, which I decide to apply immediately.
An iron pick-axe.
Numerous food items, including a loaf of fresh bread, a raw leg of meat, several bottles of beer (empty), a bottle of Minotaur's milk, and a fist-sized piece of pungent aged cheese.
A handful of mimwit sprigs. Chewing on these is a ward for toothache.
A large jug of oil-looking substance. This one is labelled "lantern oil".
A small toy sword, carved out of wood.
And lastly, a strange, vaguely egg-shaped container with a latch and hinge, and inside a small smooth brown-yellow stone.
To be honest, I was hoping for something grander as this dungeon's final haul.
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