They were friends and friends alone, but the sort of friends and shipmates who would spit in undead stone gods' eyes running through the Astral Plane for each other and rescue each other from hails of meteors pressing down.He was Faerunian too, a drow hailing from Ust Natha; Imoen would passed through and thrown off her shackles and eventually left with the spelljammer crew she would met in that city.