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Synopsis:
A Bhaal Reaper in the Temple of Bhaal.
0. : I can smell it... Like rotted honey. Her anticiaption. Lady Orin awaits your presence. End
1. : His bubbling hate still fills my nostrils... Not even your treason could dampen this joy, betrayer.devnoteLOW_BhaalTemple_Reaper_01_Hasmet = False, ORI_DarkUrge_State_BhaalResisted, DARK_URGELOW_BhaalTemple_Reaper_01_HasmetEnd
2. : The scent of murder... such a heady perfume. Even in the face of betrayal. devnoteORI_DarkUrge_State_BhaalResisted, DARK_URGE = FalseEnd
3. : I am trying to enjoy the lingering scent of our lord... I need not your traitorous stench. devnoteLOW_BhaalTemple_Reaper_01_Hasmet, ORI_DarkUrge_State_BhaalResisted, DARK_URGEEnd
4. : We will spill the blood of a world for you, Chosen. Imagine the smell... intoxicating. devnoteLOW_BhaalTemple_Reaper_01_Hasmet, ORI_DarkUrge_State_BhaalAccepted, DARK_URGEEnd
5. : Well met, Chosen. I smell Orin's blood on you - such a heady perfume.devnoteLOW_BhaalTemple_Reaper_01_Hasmet = False, ORI_DarkUrge_State_BhaalAccepted, DARK_URGELOW_BhaalTemple_Reaper_01_HasmetEnd
6. : Yesss - do you smell it? Orin's blood... such a heady perfume. devnoteORI_DarkUrge_State_BhaalAccepted, DARK_URGE = FalseEnd