When Dewydd touches the orb, a booming, laughing, feminine voice (not like Clare's; more harsh, gravelly, elderly) suddenly echoes through the corridor! "Welcome, fools! The labyrinth beyond these doors shall test your skills and resolve, but this orb shall test your might and your mettle! I have captured and mentally enslaved mighty warriors from all over the world to act as my guardians! And you have now released one of the greatest in my menagerie! Say hello to the world-renowned Kensei, Djyn Fujimoto! KILL THEM, MY MINION!! AND FEED ME THEIR SOULS!!"
You see standing before you an impossibly tall elf, probably more than 8 feet in height, with the fine, supple, lithe features of a Gray Elf, but (oddly) with bleached white skin and hair; he is wearing a dark gray kimono, a wickerwork Jingasa (like the kind worn in ancient times) on his head, and gripping two extremely large swords in his hands, which resemble a Katana and Wakasashi, albeit they are much larger. The elf arches his back, puffing his chest forward, stretches out his arms, his swords pointing away from himself, and lets loose with a loud yawn, as he then sheathes the blades into his belt scabbards, almost as an afterthought.
The elf looks calmly around himself, wearing a confused look on his face. It's as if he has no idea where he is. He looks at the party, noting the myriad of professions represented. He makes no move back towards his sheathed weapons. He simply stands there, as if waiting for one of the party members to say something. After a long pause, in which silence reigns, he finally says:
"...Ghfids? Denut ghserf unbok kon guatesh?"
EVERYONE: What do you do?
OOC: If anyone speaks Suloise, or Southern Common (Japanese) let me know. Also, if anyone has magic items which have a constant function of Comprehend Languages, let me know that as well.
