[center][b] Das the Hero[/b][/center]
[center][i] “A truer Kafshe has never graced the battlefield. Even when staring into the burning horror of the otherworlds manifestation, I was proud to have him by my side. As a true Kafshe he bared his teeth and roared at the oncoming doom. Without a speck of fear or hesitation in him, he charged, and I was proud to charge right next to him.” - Emperor Heinrich[/i][/center]

	The grey skinned elf nodded silently as he listened to Vivian’s story, trying to focus on her words and soak in the situation. The whole scenario seemed rather casual and even intimate between the quest goers, so deciding the true danger of their path was fuzzy at best. Intimacy found in danger however was no secret and rather common in the eyes of Das. He himself noticing it many a times on his misadventures, so perhaps the tone of the adventures hinted at more danger than apparent, or perhaps they are just an extremely promiscuous bunch. Either way, Das listened and he listened carefully, or as carefully as he could force himself to do.

	Das pondered her words for a moment before his vulpine smile reemerged on his grey cheeks, “sounds to me like your journey is far from over. What are you to do now?”