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Waiting for the newcomer to fit the pieces together, the Captain reached into his coat and produced an anemometer, pretending to check the weather. Blackheart watched the man's face as he quickly started to figure out where he was, "Klendath?" He looked the man up and down once more, "How long ago did you leave the land of the living? If you're from Klendath, you're a living relic. I could help and take you there, but..." He spread his hands in the air, "Not much there yet."

"Heard they started terraforming the dirtball. Hell apparently even the Aschen took an interest in it at one point," Scratching his head, he continued, "But I can't imagine anyone you knew still being there." Blackheart made a show of looking at his nails, and upon finding a bit of dirt underneath, he began to pick at it with a small knife. "No one worth returning to the realm of man for at least."

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The ears on a nearby Drow began to twitch, he couldn't help but overhear a conversation two new arrivals had struck up. Moonlight wasn't sure how long he had been sitting on the ground, it felt like centuries. Millions of people came and went through here, though usually, all he saw of them was their feet. These two were the first ones he remembered having any sort of meaningful conversation. "Did you two say you were leaving the Spirit Plane?"

They were too far away to hear him, it'd been so long he had forgotten voices needed to be heard. Slowly he made his way over to the two and thrust his hand out towards the man not dressed as a clown. "Dances-In-Moonlight, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Any chance I can hitch a ride to Svartalfheim with you two? I'll do more than my fair share of work."