He slipped out of his momentary intospection and shoved all the returned memories into a dark corner of his mind to be carefully examined and explored in a more relaxed environment just in time to feel his bare feet touch the still warm floor and witness this child lay her faintly glowing hand on everyone present, one at a time. Her touch felt strangely warm, unlike anything he's been able to feel after they had turned him into their undead slave. He was neither the one, nor the other. Not anymore. No longer did he depend on the darkness. The other way around?.. What an odd sentiment.
- Thank you. Hope had been scarce until moments ago, and every bit of it helps. The name's Gideon. Glad to be acquianted.
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Knowledge (local): (1d20+9)[17] +2 from heroism
Hide: (1d20+19)[24] +2 from heroism
Move silvently: (1d20+19)[26] +2 from heroism
- I spent a fair amount of time skulking around in these halls. I can guide us, keeping to the shadows wherever possible.
Something stirred at the thought somewhere at the periphery of his mind. He ignored it.
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