[Izou's going to head down the hall much less gingerly, he's going to try to cut any strings with his sword that feel especially obtrusive to try and make the passage easier to get through. I rolled a 12 preemptively for whatever consequences this has.]
There's a loud crash and clang as chairs and clocks and tables and vases all collapse, falling into each other- and then the strain of something creaking, as the fallen furniture rests upon the things that haven't been cut back yet.
The heavy feeling of thousands of eyes upon his back weigh heavily on him. How filthy.
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I'll clear the way a bit fer the rest of ya.
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The heavy feeling of thousands of eyes upon his back weigh heavily on him. How filthy.
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[YOU CAN'T HURT ME I ALREADY LIVE WITH THAT. He's just making his way towards where everyone else is headed.]