Zevlor
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Zevlor stands alone, muttering to himself, as he leans against a table looking at a map. The tiefling’s tail lashes back and forth as he stares frustratedly down at the table.
“How in the hells am I going to manage leading our people out of the grove and to Baldur’s Gate..?”
Zevlor murmurs to himself, hissing softly.