Valyn changed once the doors unlocked, pulling on his Elven clothing and yanking his hair back into a loose tail. He wanted to braid it, but he honestly had no idea how to manage it himself. For the last five years, Shadow had done it for him. Before Shadow, whatever slaves were in attendance at the time.

He set out a mage light for Keman to follow, strapped on his dagger, and decided he was in pretty damn good shape to go face the forces of nature in this vile place.