Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20181210221445/@comment-7262318-20181224161022

Unfortunately for Falanor, it would appear that his pipe was no longer with him.

Though the group could see no answers to their situation beyond the cages, the door leading into the room was suddenly opened up. An orc stood there, dressed in green mage robes and wielding a staff on his back. He looked much smaller than your regular sized Orc, but he was still quite tall. "Ah... you're awake... finally," He said, before leaning back out the door to say "They're awake!" to someone in the other room.

"We're awake. Now let us out before we do something we end up regretting..." Goriyn hissed.

"Oh, Goriyn, it's a little late for regretting your mistakes, don't you think?" A different person asked them. Emerging from behind the Orc was none other than the snow-white Warden himself, flanked by two additional men. One was a nord, dressed in fur and sporting a skinned Bear on top of his head. The other was a High Elf, dressed in steel and sporting an elegantly crafted sword.

"Good morning, you all..." Kaelmun waved unenthusiatically. "Got a good weeks rest, did you?"