With a cackle only the truly mad with power could deliver, he opened the portal with his final breath.
We readied our weapons, awaiting whatever apocalyptic monster would appear. The warlock reminded us that he had 20 gold on it looking innocent.
When the small ball bounced out of the portal and began to bounce slowly in the middle of the chamber, the warlock crowed about being richer.
But then the ball rolled to a stop. The warlock, slowly, reached down and picked it up.
He squeezed it, it squeaked, and then we heard the growl of its owner coming.
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