"Wait, really?" Sam Hain asks, staring at you with a boggle-eyed expression. "Well, shit."

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He screws the paper up in his hands, casting it aside and into the fire. There's a whoosh of flames, momentarily distracting you as the occult detective leaps to his feet. In a whirlwind, he reaches inside the breast pocket of his jacket, withdrawing a device of some kind.

If you didn't know any better, you'd have described it as a technological wand.

Very out of place in this medieval fantasy tavern. 

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There's barely a moment to act.

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Sam Hain has raised his TechnoWand, and is aiming it right at you.

He begins to utter an incantation, a rush of words tumbling from his lips one after the other.

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"I can not permit that you remain,

Being whose essence is most profane.

I banish thee now from this domain,

Though I hope you've enjoyed this little game."

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There is a flash of light, and you feel your connection between Cyberspace and the Astral Plane being severed, your demonic essence hurtling back into the depths of the Void.