Vael shakes his head, laying a hand to his temple. The cobwebs are thick in his head, capturing question after question.

'What in the 9 hells was that?' he thinks. 'I do not know any spell of that nature.' He looks at the ring again. 'Fire that destroys doors, a light spell that explodes with the force of dragon's breath. What is this ring?'

Vael looks to Krieg and Peerless as they ask if everyone is alright. "Yes, I am fine. Just a bit...perplexed. It seems that I should not be using my magic with this thing on." He holds up his hand to emphasize the ring.

He looks at the pool of blood in front of them. He looks at Krieg and Peerless again, hopeing that it is not theirs. "Whatever was down there, I think we got it." Vael shrugs.
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Before you stands an elf. Tall for his species, but just as lithe as normal. His blond hair is cut short and shaggy. His golden eyes swim with silver flecks and are set above a hawklike nose.