Vael looks at Krieg again. "Sorry friend. I just get wound up when I see undead. I meant no offense by my words. I was only stating fact rather than attacking you yourself."

Vael stands a bit longer, and turns to face his companions. "I do not feel any more magic in the area, but it does not mean that there is not any."
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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.