[The sounds of battle are fierce all around, swords clashing, and the grunts and hollers of war. Duibhin's voice isn't very loud at first, the communicator tied to his hip jostled on as he's fighting. Someone falls and he chuckles, the explosive, metallic sound of an arcane barrage hitting platemail heard next. When he does finally speak, he's ( Read more... )

Home...

[The word is a warm one, and the formerly sullen elf sounds positively elated at this turn of events. He even somehow looks better, standing off to the side in a corner lit with a primitive torch as he is.]

The Undercity! and it's all here, that moldy smell in the trade center, the heady magic in the Magic Quarter, all of it! I'm home!

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