Dethir

Lowering his bow, Dethir lets the line go slack. Not finding any threat in the gnome he relaxes his guard. "You were trying to leave? Did the Academy not warn you of the dangers lurking down here, or provide you any protection from them? Or did you simply think that without your medallion there was no point in remaining any longer?"

Putting his weapons away, the huge man lets a gentle smile come across his face. "From everything we've seen down here, it seems like the Acadmey seems to have little regard for you students. Do you happen to know of any of your fellow students, and where they might be?"