The dwarf led the group out of the converted tavern and into a building just across from it; the crooked sign that hung from a chain made it clear the building used to be a clothiers; and as they pulled open the stained wooden door, someone might have still mistook it for one.

Rows upon rows of tunics, pants, jackets, cloaks, hoods and all forms of apparel filled the racks that were strewn around the room. Hard marched ahead of them, each of his steps kicking up a cloud of dust that rose up in dusty clouds from the wooden floorboards that groaned beneath the impact of his boots. "Eh... this stuff was what was left when we arrived..." The sergeant seemed to take a deep, almost mournful sigh as he continued on. "From what we've seen, I don't think anyone else is ever gonna come back and make use of this, so take as you like; I'll take you to the bathhouse once you all pick out an outfit... We'll get to the good old forged steel later."

Kor'Ak held a wavering, exhausted smile as he looked over the rows of clothes in the abandoned building "Yeah... There should be something I can throw on. Sergeant Hard was it?" Kor'Ak performed an awkward, somewhat stiff Djaaic salute, with his left fist pressed to his stomach, and his right fist against his chest. "We never introduced ourselves. My name is Kor'Ak Gale, and my companions are Kelvin Sescenti and... well, I don't know the goblin's name."

"Well met Sir Gale, Sir Sescenti... and... Sir Green." Hard gave the three a smile "Just incase the dungeon has changed it's creatures, we can hardly be calling your little friend here goblin." He waved towards the clothing that practically filled the shop. "Go on then, pick out some clothes, get changed after we go to the bathhouse, I'll wait outside, we have a lot to talk about today!" The sergeant stomped his way back out of the clothiers, slamming the door shut behind him as he stepped into the plaze, rusted hinges still screeching.

"Kor'Ak... you'd think that someone would take their stock with them if they left right?" The wizard ran his hand along a bright red, silken robe, enladen with what looked like gold lining. "You could fetch a good penny for this y'know, even if they left in a hurry, you'd think they'd take some of their most valuable stuff, right?" Kelvin took the robe off it's hanger and slapped the garb against the wall to beat some of the dust off of it.

He beat a lot of the dust off it. A great grey cloud consumed the wizard as he started choking, dropping the robe and charging out of the cloud, coughing and choking as he lay against the shopkeep's abandoned desk.

"You should probably be doing that outside, or a place with better air." The Djaal reached to tug on a collar that wasn't there. "It's stuffy in here" Kor'Ak's caught the glimpse of a rack of small clothes, perhaps for children, maybe for gnomes. They might fit the goblin. "Little green one, come here!" He beckoned the goblin towards him as Kor'Ak picked through a line of children's tunics. By the time the little green creature was besides him, yipping excitedly, Kor'Ak had made a decision, pulling a drab, grass-green tunic off of the rack, with a thick blue hem around every edge of the tunic. For now, he figured it best that the goblin have some blue in his clothing, to ensure that the paladins they'd be going with could use their signature colour to identify him as a friendly.

With that same principle in mind, Kor'Ak grabbed himself a baby-blue tunic, a pair of dark brown leggings and a hooded brown mantle. It was hardly a fashionable ensemble, but it would serve it's purpose. He looked across Kelvin's tattered, torn, dirty and singed clothing "Why don't you grab a change of clothes?"

"I... I'm fine how I am, my tailor in Teneir will get all of this fixed up for me."

Kor'Ak just shrugged, if Kelvin didn't want to put on clothes that didn't have gaping holes in them, it was his problem. The Djaal through the clothes for both him and Steal over his shoulder, the action being met with a billowing cloud of dust as he opened the door and stepped back out into the street, Kelvin and Steal close behind.

Steal was enjoying himself, listening to the clanking of metal on metal as people walked past them; although the goblin had somewhat of an appreciation for nature, his almost week long trip had made him grow quite tired of the lush green scenery; and all the things that kept attempting to murder him. A break was nice.

It was also a nice change of feeling for his feet, so much time moving through soft grass and mud made the goblin feel strange, the feeling of stone below his feet felt almost homely in fact. He was admittedly a little confused when Kor'Ak pressed some green scraps of fabric against Steal's body, it seemed a little odd to him.

The goblin had begun to feel a little lonely; he had the company of the two humans, and now a lot more humans, as well as a man only a bit taller than him, but a lot wider. He had these people around him, but his growing mind felt untested, he couldn't talk to them. Part of him missed the hobgoblins that had taken him in, an even smaller part of him wanted to be among them again, sleeping under the roof of a tent and hunting with Grak.

An even smaller part of him wanted to speak to them. The intangible creatures that spoke to him in his mind. Maal and Baphomet.

No matter how small that part was, it had grown, little by little, day by day.

He just wanted to talk to someone. To something.

Greenie-Boi-23 Maal, I want to ask you something. Maal_The_Magnificient_69 Hmm? You really took your time to try and contact me again. You should be grateful I bother to even respond to you. Unlike some peoples' "gods" Greenie-Boi-23 There is something I would like to know. Maal_The_Magnificient_69 Right, right, what is it? Greenie-Boi-23 Why am I so scared of going back to that black forest? Maal_The_Magnificient_69 Baphomet's realm? Well, from what I hear, you ran out of mana pretty quick didn't you? Greenie-Boi-23 Yeah, I died very quickly Maal_The_Magnificient_69 That's the issue, you didn't die, you just ran out of mana. Greenie-Boi-23 I could feel it though, all the pain. Maal_The_Magnificient_69 It's all fake, you're scared of death, weird how you mortals are always so terrified of that. It really isn't that bad. You'll be fine as long as you realise you can't die in Baphomet's realm. Greenie-Boi-23 You seem a lot nicer than before... Thanks, I guess. Maal_The_Magnificient_69 You better be thankful, three days and you haven't even levelled up in Warlock, seriously pathetic, go shoot some stuff or sort your summoning out. Got anything else bothering you? Greenie-Boi-23 Yes actually. Maal_The_Magnificient_69 Too bad, cya. USER: Maal_The_Magnificent_69 Has Disconnected.

Steal snarled as he kept close to Kor'Ak, the demon never seemed to indulge him.

But he was right, Steal couldn't die in that odd realm of evil bushes and moving rocks.

Tonight, he was going to get a familiar.