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    “Shouldn’t we do something?” she added hesitantly, only to be cut off by the party''s dwarf, Thrag.


    “I don’t think he used it as, you know… a suicide spot,” he said with a sense of certainty.


    “And I don’t think he would’ve used a spell if what he wanted was to, you know…” He left the sentence unfinished, but it was enough for everyone to understand his point.


    “Maybe you’re right,” she admitted. “The water might act as a cushion. If someone could slow their pace with air magic or use another spell to take the damage, they could survive.”