MacConnell
Creator of The Untamed Wilds
Retrieving his illuminated stone and cupping it tightly in his left hand in order to temporarily quell its illumination, Sphynx cocks his head to the side like some animal studying a puzzle. Not being able to speak Dwarven, he continues to communicate in common. "It seems you have sustained even more abuse in the past than I have. Good to see that you have withstood such without losing your sense of identity and descending into the depth of psychosis."
Gesturing at the deceased combatant, "Anything worth while on that one you do not want?"
Looking at the others, "With all of this talking and light, I should expect unwelcome company soon. We should be ready."
Gesturing at the deceased combatant, "Anything worth while on that one you do not want?"
Looking at the others, "With all of this talking and light, I should expect unwelcome company soon. We should be ready."