Owyn
Neutral, Male Half-Elf Warlock 6
Hitpoints: 51 / 51
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The half elf man wears scale mail, and the clattering sound that he makes is profound in the cavern.
Getting up, the man looks around in a panic, eyes squinting in the gloom.
Where am I? he thinks to himself.
"Khyber? Farrokh? Garona?" he calls out, before his vision clears and he sees the other curious folk around him.
This is some sort of an ambush! Owyn thinks in alarm. He holds out his left hand and grabs hold of something not visible in the air before him. He concentrates for a moment, but then his eyes fly open in alarm.
Why are you forbidding me your power? Owyn asks the corner of his mind that The Sword has claimed.
I may forbid you my power whensoever I please, and do not forget it! begins the lilting voice in his mind.
However, in this case, I am doing so to prevent you from making a mistake. You are not surrounded by enemies. The Mists have finally released you, and I perceive that you are in an immensely-dangerous place, my knight. These are the allies whom you will accompany back to the world that you know.
Owyn reels in confusion a bit as he looks around at the varied folk in the cave. But, then he hears the sound of pain from the pit. Owyn drops all pretense of suspicion and stands up, asking,
"What's that? Is someone in trouble?" He stands and begins to step toward the pit to see what he can see.