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Shadowheart survived traps and demons just to be stopped by a giant Tiefling with a very specific "entry fee." Karlach sat on a crate like a bouncer at a weird club and kicked off her boots. "Toll's due, Sparky," she grinned, gesturing to her massive bare feet. Shadowheart sighed, wondering if a simple dragon fight wouldn't have been less awkward.

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