With a bright flash, a rogue discharge of colourful magic spits out Dush, who very ungracefully tries to soften the landing, but fails. A smoky voice grunts, and with a wince the feminine gnoll connects to the ground. While slowly standing up, Dush wipes some drool from the snout. Eyebrows and fuzzy ears get raised as black eyes look around, and the white fabric over the flat chest gets pulled back straight. "That is the last time I give a wizard's wand a lick... Where the hell am I?"
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