Duras watches with growing alarm as Duras watches with growing alarm as Anavren continues to age. Shaking his head he gasps, "Rao, what is this?"

Nodding his head to the Elf's request he steps back involuntarily. "We make camp here." he whispers to no one in particular. Moving forward to within 10 ' of the cave he nods to Anavren, "I don't know how to express my sorrow at your loss. I'm sorry for my failure, I should have stopped you." Duras grits his teeth for a minute as he thinks of what would have happened had he stopped Anavren from leaving the cave. "Perhaps the healer in the cave can help you as well. Why don't you come with us and stay in the back. If we do meet the man or woman that can help the healers maybe he can help you as well. Its a long shot, but its better than living your life as an old man." Duras's long face looks solemn and sorrowful as he gazes at the old Elf now standing before him.

OOC:
Do any of the men have any notes describing why there are here? Could you list their gear so we can pick what we need for our trip down into the caves.


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Duras has blonde hair, blue eyes and stands almost 6 feet tall. He usually is solemn and quiet, unlike many paladin's. He has a large wooden shield with a holy symbol of Rao in the middle. He wears chainmail armor with a large deep blue cloak edged in gold.