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QUEST nr 9: Halls of the Blind


Book of the blind: I can see what you see not. Vision milky then eyes rot. When you turn they will be gone, whispering their hidden song. Then you see what cannot be, shadows move where light should be. Out of darkness, out of mind, cast down into the Halls of the blind.

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Adria: This is a place of great anguish and terror, and so serves its master well. Tread carefully or you may yourself be staying much longer than you had anticipated.
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Deckard Cain: You recite an interesting rhyme written in a style that reminds me of other works. Let me think now - what was it? ...darkness shrouds the hidden, eyes glowing unseen with only the sounds of razor claws briefly scraping to torment those poor souls who have been made sightless for all eternity. The prison for those so damned is named the Halls of the blind...
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Farnham: Look here... That's pretty funny, huh? Get it? Blind - look here?
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Gillian: If you have questions about blindness you should talk to Pepin, I know that he gace my grandmother a potion that helped clear her vision, so maybe he can help you, too.
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Griswold: I am afraid that I have neither heard nor seen a place that matches your vivid description, my friend. Perhaps Cain the storyteller could be of some help.
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Ogden: I never much cared for poetry. Occasionally, I had cause to hire ministrels when the inn was doing well, but that seems like such a long time ago now. What? Oh, yes... Uh, well, I suppose you could see what someone else knows.
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Pepin: This does seem familiar, somehow. I seem to recall reading something very much like that poem while researching the history of demonic afflictions, it spoke of a place great evil that...wait - you're not going there are you?
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Wirt: Lets see, am I selling you something? No. Are you giving me money to tell you about this? No. Are you now leaving and going to talk to the storyteller who lives for this kind of things? Yes.
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