So the man did open the door that brought him to this strange place. Now that he can see again, he's starting to realize that there is no better word than strange to describe the place. The chair and bed are familiar enough things, but the thrumming electronics he's completely lost on.
Clearly it's magic. That much is obvious, though not something known to the drow.
Again, he hesitates as more of the pieces start sliding into place. Their mutual confusion, their inability to understand each other. If this had been on purpose, one would think a trap would actually have a trap involved.
Caesar. A name.
"Zaknafein Do'Urden Of House Daermon N’a’shezbaernon"." He gives his full name and title out of sheer habit, finally lowering the sword tip to the floor.
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Clearly it's magic. That much is obvious, though not something known to the drow.
Again, he hesitates as more of the pieces start sliding into place. Their mutual confusion, their inability to understand each other. If this had been on purpose, one would think a trap would actually have a trap involved.
Caesar. A name.
"Zaknafein Do'Urden Of House Daermon N’a’shezbaernon"." He gives his full name and title out of sheer habit, finally lowering the sword tip to the floor.