Some time ago, in a jamjar far, far away....

[finalizes]

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[finalizes]

"Not anywhere." There are a few places in his place that he would very decidedly not want to be in, and actually prefers this place to. Like in the middle of a Black Spiral Dancer hive or at the bottom of the Atlantic ocean.

[radiantchicken]

"True, true..." Torin shakes his head. "I've been to Hell before. Rather unpleasant, but I had business there that had to be attended to."

[finalizes]

He's heard the word hell before, but he just always assumed that it was a curse word just like any other. He didn't realize that it was a place.

"What is it like?"

[radiantchicken]

"At the time, filled with monsters I had to kill the ghosts of so that they couldn't rise again>" Torin shakes his head. "It would have been rather cold and dark and lonely without that, I suppose."

[finalizes]

That really doesn't sound particularly pleasant.

"What kind of monsters?" C'mon, Torin, you can do it, tell a proper story.