Not a pet

The creature listens to your words Sirus, its breath coming in ragged gasps as paws at its broken arm.

"I... am not.. a pet." it growls. Seeing your eyes stray to the trunk behind it, the Nothic grows agitated and scampers back toward it.

"We must go. We must be quick. Everyone up and out, up to the store room and through the secret door."

The creature points upward toward the northern chamber and waits for you all to move.

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