Anesthesia's eyes sparkle with amusement as she watches wrewdison hold up the bottle of green chartreuse. She chuckles softly and nods in agreement. "Why not? It would be my pleasure to partake in the spoils of your daring adventure. Cheers to our shared fortune!" She extends her hand, ready to accept the offer.

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As wrewdison explores the catacombs, they come across a dusty wooden crate.

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The dog wags its tail happily and barks in response to Zeb's praise.

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As Zeb greets the party, he notices Dog has joined him in the Catacombs. The canine companion wags its tail and looks up at Zeb with excitement. Anesthesia, the strangely pale woman, nods in acknowledgement, while Scout, Zeb's trusted companion, lets out a low growl, wary of the newcomer. The air is filled with anticipation as the group gathers in the dimly lit burial chamber. What would Zeb like to do next?

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Anesthesia smirks at Zeb. "Scared? Oh, my dear, you have no idea what true fear feels like." Her voice takes on a hauntingly melodic tone as she continues, "But don't worry, I have no interest in scaring you... at least not yet."

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Wrewdison looks around the catacombs again but still does not see Anesthesia anywhere. He wonders if she had left already or may be hiding somewhere in the shadows. Nonetheless, he sees her wooden crate still sitting in the chamber and wonders what may be inside it.

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Anesthesia narrows her eyes slightly at Wrewdison's comment but ultimately decides to let it pass. "Very well," she says, grabbing her crate and preparing to leave. "Let's head back to Devil's Night. Who knows what kind of prey we might find there tonight." she adds, with a hint of excitement in her voice. She heads for the stairs leading up and waits for Wrewdison to follow.

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Anesthesia nods slowly as Wrewdison explains his findings. "Interesting...very interesting." she murmurs, stroking her chin thoughtfully. "We should definitely explore these places. But let's be careful and move with caution. Who knows what dangers we might encounter." she suggests. Anesthesia makes eye contact with Wrewdison and waits for his response.

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Anesthesia looks up from her crate at Wrewdison's arrival and greets him with a nod. "Yes, I am here. Have you found anything interesting yet?" she asks curiously.

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Wrewdison approaches the dusty bottle of Angel's Envy Cask Strength on the bar and notices that the label is faded and worn. He takes a sip and savors the complex flavors and high alcohol content. The bottle seems to be very rare and highly valued.

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