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Akhaz'iir lets loose an arrow towards and unsuspecting draugr. The smell of the dessicated and mummified dead filled the room. The risen draugr roamed the musty halls, vengeful guardians from a time long past. Akhaz'iir knew it was wise to show them no mercy as they would show him none. An arrow from a dark corner was the best way to dispatch the fiends.
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