Eventually he had taken all that he needed. He left the ones he didn't need and tidied up the place, his intention was to use them when he returned for a visit and to leave trace of his time in the ice city.
When he was done, he locked himself in the mirror. Dressed for long term movement, most of his properties were in his bracelet and only a medium sized backpack lay on his back, he had tarried enough it was time he departed.
By the time he arrived at the city's edge, the sun was finally beginning to make its appearance known in the sky. Standing at the edge, Valdor turned to look at the city once more and offereda dwarven salute witha bottle of rum in his hands. After taking a swig he turned around and made his way down the mountain peak.
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"Foolish disciple
He really didn't take anything apart from that which I had previously gifted him"
