[He steps forward, leery of the door until she has a good grasp on it, halfway ready to use his powers to force it away in case it comes flying at his face again.
[ there are things in here that don't belong to her, but neither to this prison. too new, too unique. this sparks a hopefulness in her, and she moves on to the next and down the line until she suddenly exhales sharply and clutches something to her chest ]
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your dorm's door is rude!]
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i'm kidding. he steps through. ]
Good?
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Drops his hand, nose smarting.]
Good now.
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Why on Toril would door slam itself shut on you...
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I'm not Basilisk, remember?
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Your door must have thought I was an intruder. Let's make sure that doesn't happen again.
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gracelessly going to fumble through the first nightstand ]
I do not imagine you will need to enter "Basilisk" for many reasons after this.
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[Watches her rifle about.]
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Mammon. Found it.
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And all intact, too?
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Elsewise terrific fake.
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So then all of our odds and ends are collected in our rooms. You won't be the only one relieved.
[Oh, maybe he can change his clothes and get out of these prison stripes then.]