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Saithele
Quickly scouring the area, Saithele and Brendon scouting (ooc: if that's ok with you Larry), Wyrd could defend the females physically and magically and psychicly they were a match for most of the inhabitants. Their scouting had revealed nothing, but their skill in stealth easily kept them out of the hands of nefarious denizens of these deep realms.
Returning to the women the elf reported that there was no way down, speaking first in elven, and then in the more uncomfortable common tongue, the sounds were so abrasive compared to the sweetly musical elven tongue, not as harsh as the dwarven tongue, or that of the orcs or other goblinoids. How he longed to leave these realms to their fate and leave for the cool canopies of the forests, but his duty was to the stragglers he had joined, and the female elf's life was much more valuable than even his own, so his extensive training had taught, his duty was to die in defense of elves, perhaps if he managed to take down Terrakis, or this Hunger that Brendon spoke of his exile might be curtailed, but he would not request such a boon of his kind, nor would he ask anyone else to request such a favor, he would fulfill his duty and do the best he could.
"There is no exit to the lower levels from here, perhaps if we return up to the next level we can find another cavern," barely waiting for a response he begins walking back towards the hole that emptied them into this level.
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