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A scream of triumph filled the air. The metal worker turned to look towards the flames which had turned a fearful blue and as he did, he tripped over a rug, landing in a sprawl upon the floor. Tarsis tried to run, but a talon seemed to reach from the very air to tear into his back. Carack backed into a corner of the room, his eyes wide with fear as he sought to press himself into the very fabric of the wall. Before him, Tarsis’ body landed with a thud upon the carpet, a deep crimson stain spreading about his still form.Sighing, Ezekiel slumped back against the wall. It seemed so hopeless. Even with one hand free, it was still a gargantuan task that remained. Three manacles. Perhaps, they were aged and rusted, but they were still strong.There were a few sounds, but they all seemed far off. He tried the handle and found it locked. Grabbing his Locksmiths tool, he began working on the lock. After a few seconds, he heard a faint click, and put his pick back. Opening the door, he glanced up and down the hallway, but didn’t see anyone. Walking into the hall, he pictured the map in his mind, and began walking toward the door he knew hid the chest with the jewel.The Dayman sat in the same chair, with open chests around him. Different people hung around the room, chatting in low voices. Dalen walked across the room, took out the bag, and dumped the jewel into the Dayman’s outstretched hand.