Back to the Ganalin Mountains

Fiddling with a piece of crumpled paper, Boran couldn't get his mind to settle. "Why? Why did you do that..." He mumbled as he opened the paper back up, only to crumple it a few seconds later. 

For a time now he had been having questions about just staying here in Phallos. He had thought of going home more than once, but he stopped himself as what was he going to do? His specialty was not fighting, it was better for him to stay away from the frontlines. But now?

Uncrumpling the piece of paper again, Boran again looked at the tear-stained writing. "Fuck!" Throwing the piece to the side, he stood up and started packing. Using his dimensional storage for the first time in years. 

He didn't like using it, and especially no flaunting it. But it was certainly better than having a bag of jewels in his hands. Going to the back of his room he opened a hidden safe, out of which he pulled a bag filled with the most valuable crystals on Gaia.