As the behir flees, a light cloud of dust rises up and slowly settles back on the ground. Where once stood a giant of a dwarf now stands a dwarf of a giant....
" I never thought I’d see one of those great beasts in me lifetime.... Shame it ran away."
The sorcerer tries his best to take in his surroundings after the chaos. One of those drow betrayed the others. Something about that odd fellow reminded him of memories long faded. Reaching out, grasping at aether, the dwarf feels unable to recall details, but the feelings remain...
Like curdled milk gone sour...
The aged dwarf ruminates for a moment longer, before realizing there is a new companion nearby. The one the traitorous drow helped...
Traitor...?" He measures up the half elf, sensing he is no ordinary man.
"Yeh seem an artist with tha bow, lad. Yeh must be the one tha’ was lost. Aye, was lost meself for some time. Times have changed, things are different now...."
Aware that he hasn’t introduced himself, the pale blue sorcerer extends his hand out to greet Zenithral.
"Names Reòthadh, frien’s call me Reo. This was my home, Dorn’s Deep."OOC:
Reòthadh is unaware that he is mumbling out loud his thoughts. To those nearby, they may be confused by his muttering of sour milk and traitors.
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