CKalb looked about a moment. He had wondered through the house looking for Chryrie or anyone else. It was quiet. He nodded and went to his room closing the door. With a thought another door opened up this one to another room entirely. The drow stepped inside closing the portal behind him. What he entered was something he had built long ago. The room was huge. Able to put a ancient dragon in comfortably the room was full of what CKalb had acquired during his life time. Books, furniture, weapons, armor, parts of forges, stocks of metal, armor, weapons, leather items, it was like a market had set itself up inside this one room.
CKalb waked through it quietly. He knew were everything was. Oh he might forget where the occasional nick knack was but he was very organized, and could find things. But this day was a bit different. He wasn't looking for one specific thing. A chance meeting of old acquaintances had sparked a bit of nostalgia, and a bit of longing for some of the past.
He finally came to it. It was one of the few book shelves that lay partly empty. One shelf held books and tomes but the other shelves lay bare. And the label was easily distinguishable on it. It read "Where you come from."
The drow looked at the shelf and pulled open one of the few volumes. It read about his family he had grown up with and their history. He turned to a specific page read it then put it back. He had not added to this bookshelf in a long time. He still did not know who his father was, nor exactly what his mother was and she was far from straight forward with that knowledge either. So for now he was sure this book shelf would never fill itself but he would work on it.
For now he collected a few things for the up coming battles that Chryrie had talked about possibly doing and left quietly, opening a portal back to his room and leaving. Reflection could always wait.
CKalb waked through it quietly. He knew were everything was. Oh he might forget where the occasional nick knack was but he was very organized, and could find things. But this day was a bit different. He wasn't looking for one specific thing. A chance meeting of old acquaintances had sparked a bit of nostalgia, and a bit of longing for some of the past.
He finally came to it. It was one of the few book shelves that lay partly empty. One shelf held books and tomes but the other shelves lay bare. And the label was easily distinguishable on it. It read "Where you come from."
The drow looked at the shelf and pulled open one of the few volumes. It read about his family he had grown up with and their history. He turned to a specific page read it then put it back. He had not added to this bookshelf in a long time. He still did not know who his father was, nor exactly what his mother was and she was far from straight forward with that knowledge either. So for now he was sure this book shelf would never fill itself but he would work on it.
For now he collected a few things for the up coming battles that Chryrie had talked about possibly doing and left quietly, opening a portal back to his room and leaving. Reflection could always wait.