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RUBY

Dark stone makes up the walls of this small cool room, and they tremble faintly as if afflicted with some terrible noise or nearby conflict.

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We will choose the hawk.

So be it. By the bird you are cursed.

[ Suddenly you are all shrinking, the ground rushing up at all of you, everything changing--until finally everyone in the room is now a small, downy duckling. You are still capable of speech if you were before. ]

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