Asher accepts the bottle back from Erik and raises it to his lips taking a long, deep pull "Curse you Maddgoth, curse you to the black pits of hell" he suddenly cries "I'm afriad that I am defeated my friends" he says "This darkness and oppression weigh heavy on my soul. I long for open skies and the feel of grass beneath my toes." The druid rises slightly unsteadily to his feet "I'm going back to the surface, to see the stars that shine down upon the forests and valleys of beautiful Faerun, to watch the brook babble with joy over the mossy rocks, to feel the heat of the sun and the breath of the north wind and to watch the deer dance through the clover - I'm going home" he finishes, extending his hand in farewell.