"...and as Sir Elric approached the old, crooked chest to claim his glorious prize, an off smell filled the air. The chest began to rustle, and what was once wood and steel began to soften and bend. Two shadowy tendrils reached out from darkness and in an instant, he was done. Sir Elrics party looked on in horror, and then fled as the mimic grew fatter and fatter."
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