"Elves and their gods... Gods and their elves! At least my husband has the sense not to get carried away by all this... whatever it is."
A spike of shame runs down Zenithral's neck and into his chest. Without Alalla and his loyal familiar, he would have been right along with them...and part of him still wanted to be. He was never truly so disciplined...but even after all this time?
"Actually, I kind of like the spider..."
A small warmth returns to Zenithral, drawing a chuckle from him. There's a reason they were together, and not alone. Strengths of one were weaknesses of another. Every rank had it's purpose. The thought of nearly getting lost in revelry still haunted him...but not as much as the sights to come.
...
"Hrrrgh," Zenithral groans, rolling over.
"You'd think I'd be used to---urggh---flying..." He shakily gets to his feet and examines the party, trying to ignore the maddening shapes, colors, and...ideas that seemed to permeate the air.
HP: 118/118
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