how do you pick up the threads of an old life.. when in your heart๏ผ you begin to understand๏ผ there is no going back..? there are some things that time cannot mend. some hurts that go too deep.
and just as that bag went into the air, a wave of mage hand snatched it out of the air and back to the drow.
"๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ถ๐ฌ. you think me some fool to not notice my load being lightened?"
Sighing, but not saddened by
the dismissal.
"Just like a drow. ๐๐ช๐๐. Oh, well."
Veyr turns to leave, tossing up a coin pouch as the noise of coins clattering together began to drown as he gets further away. Least he didn't leave empty handed.