Shaking himself out of his reverie； the drow stood and stretched。
I must go； he thought； somewhat regretfully。
He was proud of what he'd wrought； and he wished to stay and observe it a bit longer； but the others would be waiting。
Sighing； he turned his sweeping gaze over the ruins of Ched Nasad one last time； then stepped into the darkest recesses of the shadows and vanished。