It's clear what Zaknafein wants. He wants to go back and risk everything. There must be an important reason for him to return. Caesar suspects this man fights for a living. He obviously--
--has pointed ears.
Caesar squints at them. What. Those ears are definitely pointed.
"Are you an elf?" He asks incredulously, and well--the man is pretty handsome.
Wait. Elf. Swords. That was possibly a spell he saw light from behind him.
Caesar sits back on his legs. "I just opened up a portal to a... Dungeons and... And Demons universe?"
No, that wasn't quite the right name....
It at least distracts him from his shock and horror for a moment. And if it wasn't for a dead body in the middle of his floor, he'd be freaking out in excitement, having contacted a being from another dimension whose physics were so unlike their own. But there's a very a very dead person in the middle of his floor. And he just vomited--and it's the smell of both that keeps Caesar on task.
"... Sorry." The confused smile fades back to concern; Caesar doesn't exactly like sending people back to their probable deaths. "I'll work to get it open again."
To Zaknafein, the concern and honest worry is spectacular. To Caesar, it's simply being human. You worry about your fellow man... Elf. Show concern and compassion. It's what you do. Which is where they stand now, with Caesar shifting his weight so he can stand easier, but not standing up quite yet.
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--has pointed ears.
Caesar squints at them. What. Those ears are definitely pointed.
"Are you an elf?" He asks incredulously, and well--the man is pretty handsome.
Wait. Elf. Swords. That was possibly a spell he saw light from behind him.
Caesar sits back on his legs. "I just opened up a portal to a... Dungeons and... And Demons universe?"
No, that wasn't quite the right name....
It at least distracts him from his shock and horror for a moment. And if it wasn't for a dead body in the middle of his floor, he'd be freaking out in excitement, having contacted a being from another dimension whose physics were so unlike their own. But there's a very a very dead person in the middle of his floor. And he just vomited--and it's the smell of both that keeps Caesar on task.
"... Sorry." The confused smile fades back to concern; Caesar doesn't exactly like sending people back to their probable deaths. "I'll work to get it open again."
To Zaknafein, the concern and honest worry is spectacular. To Caesar, it's simply being human. You worry about your fellow man... Elf. Show concern and compassion. It's what you do. Which is where they stand now, with Caesar shifting his weight so he can stand easier, but not standing up quite yet.