" Let's just drop some Semtex down the tube." Smith suggested."It wouldn't get into the bunker. My guess is the tube has a P trap to keep that kind of...thing from happening. We are pretty sure it has filters to guard against gas. It seems Estavante isn't all that macho after all." Cap off the vent and they will come out." Smith suggested next."It probably would work, but I'm sure there is more than one. We don't have the time to find and cap them all. We need to find the door. The floor of the. But nothing happened, he didn’t come for me, and when I looked back I’ll be damned if he wasn’t taking off the bandage on his chest.When he went for his own clothes, his furs, my first reaction was that I was safe. He wasn’t going to do it. I was so focused on my relief that it wasn’t until he picked up the bag of spears that I registered what he was doing.He was leaving! He’d taken off all the stuff I’d given him and he was going with only his own things.Into that mess of snow and ice, dressed. Time and again, he accomplished impossible feats of strength and skill, earning favor upon favor from fantastical and godlike beings across the Cosmos, and later blessed as a Demi God by both pantheons of Good and Evil. After he meets his final end defeating a resurrected Bardarim, his soul was so powerful that it lingered on, unmoving and untouchable in limbo. Despite attempts by Malakir, the God of Death, the powers unknown has deemed it fit for the spirit of Skord to live on again and again. The choice ofdate was very symbolic. After so many years in a body that did not reflectmy true essence, I was finally spreading my wings and flying free. I hadalready taken an antiandrogenic drug for the past three months, now a smalltablet was being tasked with working a wonderful magic on me. I took thepill in the morning, then spent the rest of the day savouring my secondbirth. As the hours passed, and I lay in bed sheltering my pale skin fromthe scorching sun (it was a sweltering day in.