in the lowest of places

Merilin smiled, the kind of smile no-one ever wanted to see. But soon enough, he was following the man. Head down, hood drawn. He looked like any other person of no consequence wandering Lowtown.

Nostrils flared at the dusty interior, as he followed down into the sewer. Once his feet finally found solid ground again, he brushed himself off.

Elgar'nan wants to trade. Because the Evanuris loved their games. He does not elaborate further, though it would appear this location would be perfect for the exchange.

Another spirit, Merilin knew not which spirit would find them down here, for the other half of Elgar'nan. He had a nullification amulet ready; and he would go home to Eriar and the Ebongarde and forget any of this ever happened.

He hoped.