Gash was a lean but muscular elf, no that you think about it majority of the people you have seen in this world were elfs. He never looked all to happy with a continuous scowl across his face, and his armor seemed familiar. It looked like a lighter version of what the local guard wore, as well as an older design. When Horo started to ask about what plane she was on and beg for food he rolled his eyes. He slide over to her a plate with some day old bread on it. The tibbit you're with starts to pout about not getting cookies. Then she turned back into a cat and climbed back up in the druid's shoulders.<br/><br/>Gash spoke in his raspy voice.<strong>"You on the material plane, in New Grove city. The last city left on this wasteland. As for your rescue I'm not the one who sent Carol to get you."</strong>