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A wretched, gremlin-ish Peridot, looking up with big ol' watery eyes.
Ah, child, come closer. I weaken. My strength runs thin. I cannot hold her back for long. Even now, she beats upon the door. My sorceries could only hold her back. Smolidot, that foul creature, could not be stopped by something so simple as death. Carry word, young one. Warn them.