"At what point did we escape back there?" queries the dorf.
"When the goblins died from that Hideous Laughter spell." replies the elfbarian, cinching up the towel that served as temporary modesty.
"I didn't cast a spell!" Yorick, the orcish wizard insists. "They just laughed themselves to death!"
"Well you could have done it without turning all our gear into FISH."
The dorf grunts, counting all the copper coins his stomach upturned.
"I'm a trout, actually." said Timothy. "But I was a chainmail bikini in another life."
The party walked on in silence, and they watch in awe as the majesty of the towering architecture and architectural towers of Castle Heygawk loom into view. Obviously, it took many years and many slaves and laborers to make this marvel of mankind possible. Truly, it is a sight to steal away the breath of a poet. Upon this wondrous spectacle, Yorick brushes a tear from his eye and observes: "It's only a model."
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