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The hooded warlock moved with a strange grace, as if they knew what to expect and how to react to it. Dangling from their neck was a single golden pendant made of twisting, serpentine necks. Spells and wounds seemed to only graze them, and despite the guards' best efforts, no attempts to addle or debilitate them took hold.

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