Well, if all that c'n still get through the mists are the less-sturdy adventurers, I'd bet my little finger he's still got tricks up his sleeve. 'S why we gotta' keep coming back, wouldn't y'think?
Shamad, I don't know you, but a few of your race were very grash--- grashush. 'Sthat the word? They used a good number'a life spells on me, 'n I can't thank 'em enough. Prior t'that, I'd never been able to meet any of your kind, 'n I just want you t'know I consider all of your kin friend. 'Fyou find yourself needing anything at the next month's gather, look for the smallest, furriest Vansir y'can find. Even if I don't have what ya' need, I'll help you find it.
Regards,
Jovunn Rannveig, Sheep Tribe.