@glorycraft -- ;
Admitting souls into the Domdaniel was something that still dawned with a sense of trepidation, if he were honest. In a complex array of tunnels and underground palaces of the Elvhen beneath the Emerald Graves, the carrying scent of the lush, verdant forests above carried with it a rotted and soiled afterthought from the heavy rains. Those who had assembled were new recruits, bleary-eyed mages tired of running and seeing their brethren slaughtered fruitlessly. Among them, did his eyes deceive? Was there another Vint like himself from among them?
“Be at peace. I’ll admit, here I believe I sighted wrong. What’s your name, lad?”











