"So I've heard," he says, and Barcus' nature is a little more pacifist than some. He can't entirely celebrate the man's death, but he's not sorry for it, either. He got what he had coming to him, by most accounts.

"And I understand his successor is making a good job of it, though we haven't met before." He offers a small, but friendly, smile.

"Tav is both a good judge of character and a bit of a loose cannon," he laughs. "But thank you. I think I'm managing well enough. Between the Ironhands and the remnants of the Church of Gond, we're putting together a guild with the intention of rebuilding the infrastructure of the entire city." An ambitious project, but a timely one.

"Magic isn't my forte, friend," he says. "I don't know a portal from a hole in the ground, which is what I was in when I found this place. The caverns in Rivington where the Ironhands were hiding out before the battle are largely unmapped, and I wanted to see if there were links to the sewer system or the undercity. Best to know these things, in case of more incursions."

He shrugs. "I haven't finished mapping them, but I have added 'interplanar gateway' to my notes. Small wonder, really, with all the wild magic around our world."