Wandering in and glancing about...memories...Kairee...Gloin...Siera Red...Xeno...Amaltea..so many others...memories.

Those bloodletting duels in the basement, distant echoes of his own voice crying out "Ikom Braxi!" as his zhaor weaved a glittering web of crystalline steel before him...memories.

The years gone by fill the wandering Lord of Braxi as he looks 'round again...and leaves behind a smile for old friends.