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Unarmed strike dmg4/29/2023 By the conclusion of the night time all was quiet again, patrons drunk and aching on to the floor, as Devril drained the last of his ale with wrapped hands. When the mood changed and the chairs took flight, he was a force of nature, fists like meaty boulders and a at once his shoulders that knew how to put them to work. Most drunks just waved their arms like off-axis windmills, doing more shock than bodily injury to the unlucky recipient. First there clearly was shouting, then a clattering of cutlery, and finally more shouts, jeers and grunts of a suitable tavern brawl. The jovial atmosphere of the Stag’s Head changed rather suddenly.
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