Glorious, the colors which threw themselves from colossal beam. It arose as it always did to signify the height of the day, shimmering faint touches of lavender and amethyst across buildings that yearned for a stone sky.

Enwrapping the vision of noon in the middle of the earth came the sound of market place murmurs. Slave vendors hawking the very best surface males, 'broken twice! Guaranteed to never fight back! Very susceptible to magic for your experiments!,' while males milled near the vanity booths, pondering which fragrance would please their mistress more. The cadence of heavy guardsmen?s boots mixed with all of it, a steady heart-beat over the delicate silk slippers of male house slaves.

"Kyorl jalbol dos saph?" Her reverie broken by the oil-slick hiss of a vendor nearest her. She turned to glance disinterested over one shoulder. The other female was missing an eye, its socket empty, with a ragged silver scar running from brow to nose. When she grinned at her, she revealed a few missing white teeth.

"No, I do not. And if you have any sense at all, you would do well not to approach me with your wares, old hag," scornful. Suliss' urn straightened from her lean to look down upon the older woman.

"Young Mistress, I meant no respect," crackled in a voice made brittle paper from hundreds of years. "--but these slaves are special! Come, come --"

"Shut up,? snapped from wide mouth. Her soft soled leather boots propelled the drowess away from her resting place and sent the female prowling restlessly through the crowd. She should have remained in her rooms to study. Her younger sister Ssin', however, was rather well versed in coercing her older sister to come with her. Why, however, Suliss' allowed her to do so, was still unknown.

Pushing through a gaggle of smaller males gathered near a jewelers stall, pointed ears strained to pick out the melodic, higher pitched tones of her sibling. It was not difficult to find where Ssin? meandered too then, all she had to do was focus on the warbling words of delight.

?Oooh. So very lovely. How old did you say he was?? This, Suliss? clearly heard when finally cornering her younger sibling at a vendor?s stall cluttered with large cages.

?No more than a century at least. Taken on a raid Mistress, he was very young so we were able to break him with far more ease than the others.?

Suliss? sister was bent over a smaller cage, poking the tip of leather handled whip in between bars at a pale skinned male huddled sullenly within. His features covered by a crudely sewn mask that zippered over his mouth.

?What is that for?? Of handedly, Suliss? indicated the strange mask, placing one hand on her sisters shoulder and urging her away from her curious poking.

The slave mistress bowed quickly at the appearance of the elder female, before unfurling long black fingers toward the cage.

?While he obeys commands with the utmost precision, he still tends to easily excite in a crowd and often bites. Since we filed his teeth as a child, this becomes problematic in some situations.?

Lazily, Suliss turned brown eyes upon the male, who dully looked off into the distance. It was upon second glance that she noticed the graceful curl of pale pointed ear. How remarkable.

?I want him.? Ssin? exclaimed, rolling her eyes to look up at Suliss? to give her the trademarked child-like gaze which most often made others bend to her will so very easily. And Ssin? knew this.

?You have one already. If you get this one, they may not like each other and fight.? But the tone in which Suliss spoke it was dubious at best. Ssin? heard this and knew she had won already.

?No I don?t! He?s not pale like this one,? the little girl pointed. Suliss? took a deep breath before glancing aside at the delighted slave mistress.

?You will deliver that. I trust you know where to take it?? The slave mistress nodded enthusiastically, rubbing her hands together. Suliss made a soft sound at the back of her throat, wheeling the delighted younger girl around by the shoulders to point her toward home.

?You will be late for your studies.? She told her sister, who made inappropriate noises from one of her station, to which Suliss promptly reminded her who she was, and sent the child off at a run. Mingling in the crowd, four diminutive seeming males turned their eyes to the older female without question. With a slight nod, Suliss indicated that they should follow to make sure Ssin? did in fact, make it to her destination.

Suliss watched until the little girl was far out of sight, house guards tailing silently behind.

She had little to no idea how much of an utter mistake purchasing that pet, would be.

Her robes had been chosen with the same precise, careful thought in which Suliss did everything. They were rich fabric, bereft of any decoration to give the eye the misapprehension of humble. She chose no jewelry to adorn smooth, flawless night skin, no circlet of mithril and no markings befitting her station as a Second Daughter of a powerful house.

It was all a lie, of course. Pride was everything, the game meant all, and the appearances of masks were always in place. However, the impression and delivery of her speech before her Matron was as unblemished as her very skin. With smooth tones, she accused her Eldest sister of cavorting with traitors, while their mother, slumped and spun glass aged upon long spider legged chair crowed over each eyewitness Suliss?urn called to stand before her and testify.

She ignored the pallor of her sister?s face, which at once so many years ago, they had held hands and ran through the halls of the House playing Light Elf and Dark elf. As coolly as if they had never once touched brows to share secrets of males and the things sisters should in youth ? she damned Skikudis in a never ending pile of papers, attestation, truth spells ? each leading to another pile of evidence that ruined the Eldest daughters credibility so completely, so solidly, that nothing Skikudis could ever possibly say, or counter argue could touch the things which Suliss presented.

For every word her sister had to negate the accusations, Suliss had seven to prove her incorrect. For every cry of ?Lies!? she had undeniable truth. Unwavering, spine straight, she was radiant in her fervor for Lloth and the chaos that she brought down upon her very siblings head.

Murmurs from the males Matron kept chained at the foot of her seat grew, the house guards gathered within the opulent chamber attempted not to stare at Skikudis ? but the fires of hate which Suliss fanned with every breath grew clearly identifiable in their eyes.

She gloried in it. Reveled in the pieces of her sisters mask that began to fall apart. And not a single speck of emotion crossed the black diamond surface of Suliss?urns features. It never was her way, to show anything. Colder than the deepest pits of water in the darkest parts of the earth.

As the silence finally filled the chamber, all eyes hovered toward the Matron. Huddled in robes too heavy, too fine and gaudily rune marked against magic in addition to the occasional weapon, she looked more a stick bird that a drow. She seemed ready to break at any moment. The whites of her eyes no longer so, but yellow from age. Two great lines marred either side of her face, from being pulled perpetually into a scowl. Rolling glassy gaze toward her middle daughter, Matron mother?s brittle bone voice made its first creak in a pronouncement.

The room seemed to lean toward the crone to hear her words.

Until a similarly plain robed figure stepped out from behind the Matron?s chair interrupting the Matron?s forthcoming words.

?Matron, before you choose their fates ?I pray you, let me speak,? the robed figure murmured in an utterly chaste and demure voice.

Suliss?urns chin snapped upward, toward the tone of voice. Two black hands reached upward to lower to voluminous hood while the female stepped out into the circle of light far more clearly, revealing the youthful perfection of Ssin?s countenance.

Ssin?s eyes remained downcast, in some semblance of what may have been respect. But her thin, heart shaped mouth was pulled into a serene knowing smile.

?This is no business of yours, sister. Go and play with your toys, ? Suliss?urn scathingly delivered. But the appearance of Ssin? had, with a single stroke, thrown decades of patient spinning into a jumbled heap within the middle sister?s mind.

?Oh, but I must insist, sister-? the single endearment delivered in a tone which said it was anything but. ?I have new evidence to present to our most Reverend Matron Mother. Evidence that you have overlooked, and must be brought to light in order for Her to make the decision most pleasing to our Goddess and House.?

Stepping around to the side, Ssin? nodded at one of the guards closest to the eastern passageway. He removed himself with a quick bash of fist to cheap breastplate, moving rapidly through the archway then plunging into the darkness of the hallway.

?What is the meaning of this? I will not have you, the Youngest, interrupt me when I am doing Ll??

?Be silent. You tire me with your self righteous mouthing,? creaked Suliss? mother from upon her overly large, garish spider legged chair.

Suliss?urn pressed her lips together and said no more. Even she did not dare to push the Matron, daughter or not.

The guard who had left returned in speed and efficiency males were known for when they were given a command by a female. He dragged in with him, a male.

He had been tortured recently; some of his wounds had not yet stopped their bleeding. His mouth had seemed to have been slit wider, and then sewn in the corners shut ? that did appear to be an older wound. There were parts and pieces of him that also seemed to have been removed and sewn back together. Regenerated by the Priestess?, simply to be removed again. Over and over and over again, a most effective way to break any prisoner?s mind.

Gathering her robes in her hand, Ssin? benevolently made her way from the lower dais to approach the prisoner who took one look at the roomful of female drow then began to sob quietly. He seemed to know that there was no longer any need for pride. It no longer mattered.

The guard let him collapse to the floor, as if he had touched something utterly disgusting, banged his fist once more upon his breastplate and marched yet again to the station he had abandoned.

Crooning in her sweetest voice, Ssin? kneeled beside the male and pressed what must have been a cool, smooth hand against a brow burning with exhaustion in addition to pain.

?Speak, Draa Keesehen,? she crooned in a lullaby so utterly naive, ?speak, and you will no longer be harmed. Tell us what it is you know, and I promise you the ultimate horror you will be spared from.? Ssin? spoke of the drider; and how they came to be. Ssin? spoke of the impossible. No one could stop the Priestess? should they proclaim that his fate.

But he did not know that.

Suliss? urn started forward?

?Hold, I will hear this, if not but for my amusement.? Matron raised her hand, and Suliss? could do nothing but halt in mid step.

In between fits of sniveling, Suliss?urn watched utterly powerless as every single plan became unraveled in a single act of genius from Ssin? in which she had not thought to see. So distracted by her plans to oust Skikudis, neither sister had thought of the youngest. Such a simple, deadly mistake ? for Ssin? had made herself a laughing stock of the house. Ssin had seemingly been far more interested in the affairs of wheedling away her time with studying of sorcery and males in her bed.

Such a stupid, stupid blunder which could have been so easily routed had either of them paid any attention to weak, sweet little Ssin?.

What proceeded was far more devastating than Suliss? had ever offered. Line after line of words from his mouth, Daughter after Daughter of the more powerful ruling houses came when Ssin?s melodic voice called for them to appear. Each one had more damning testimony; each one had a writ of sealed authentication signed by numerous Priestess? and Matron?s.

Not only had Ssin? brought about the perfect web, she had sealed it with more power than Suliss? had ever imagined gaining.

And the words which damned her most ?

?And?And then we s-s-aw her, Mistress.? And at last, it came down to the prisoner once more, bawling, and shaking in the middle of the floor.

?What? What did you see Draa Keesehen? Be not afraid,? Suliss? little sister crooned on, in droning sugar and innocent light. She stroked the side of his ruined face, smoothing back hair as if she were his mother and he the daughter.

?She was n-naked. D-dancing in the circle with h-her sister, bathed i-in the Silvery glow?They s-sang songs a-and ch-chanted prayers to Eilistraee?Th-They prayed for the d-d-ownfall of their own house and LLoth?? A sob cut of his next words. ? Mercy. I beg of you, mercy.?

It was perhaps, the single disgusting name of the deity uttered as a final point by a broken slave who, of course, would have no need to lie ? that wrapped all that Ssin? had planned in a neat little bow.

?How dare you. I would never betray my??

?SILENCE.? The roar of her Mother?s voice rattled Suliss? into quiet afresh. Ssin? gave a last pat to the prisoner?s matted head, drawing herself up proudly as she approached Suliss who bared her teeth at her when she dared come toward her. From the chair before her, her mother uttered a single word. Sharp, guttural, its meaning lost in time, but the small scent of reagent filled the air after Matron had spoke; the web which appeared around Suliss? body was instantaneous and solid as mithril. She was unable to move.

?And what is this, then, traitor? Hanging around your neck barely hidden from sight? ? Ssin? reached up to make a motion of pulling something from around Suliss?urns neck. Crowing happily she spun on a heel to show the Matron.

It was a fine amulet of silver. On the end dangling too and fro was the full moon with sword. Eilistraee?s mark of her chosen.

?Tricks! Tricks of your hand, I wore no jewelry here! How dare ??

?I SAID SILENCE, OR BY LLOTH I WILL HAVE YOUR LIFE THIS MOMENT.? Suliss? mother?s voice roared to the very ceiling of the chamber and echoed.

?You spiteful bitch, how did you dare come forth from my womb? How dare you betray all that you are and could have been? You refute indisputable proof? Do you tell us that the Priestess? lie to us? Do you say that the daughters of these houses lie? All of them??

Shakily, her mother raised herself from the throne to a stand, leaning upon a gnarled staff topped with crystal.

?You are the lie. You are not of my body, my house, or even this race. Abomination! From this day forward your name will be stricken, your existence never to happen. You will be offered to the priestess for their whims ?? And here, Suliss watched in the same cool, other worldly fascination as Ssin? and she exchanged quick glances. ? ?after your sister takes what she wills from you.?

In that exact moment, everything had clicked into place. Everything. Ssin had not planned this, but her very own mother had. Between the two of them ? they had designed the downfall of both Eldest and middle.

In once single motion, Ssin had ensured her place as becoming Eldest by removing both.

Approaching her sister once more, Ssin leaned. Essentially, it looked as if she gave her sister one last loving kiss upon the cheek. But Ssin?s mouth moved to touch upon Suliss? ear, whispering:

?It is time for a lesson, sister. I shall have your eyes. With a butter knife, I think.?

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?Lloth,? whispered in the endless drip of dampness. ?why have you abandoned me?? The question echoed off the walls of her prison.

But Lloth did not answer, and the darkness for Suliss was all-encompassing.

Thus, the first shattering had come to pass.

Blinded, but not for lack of eyes. It was the sun which had become an enemy. Crawling out of the earth in a tunnel followed close by pursuers who did not dare the sunlight?Suliss?urn Xukuth raked nails across loam for the first time of her life in a place that was not familiar.

Saved, (such a wounding term) by males and females at a place they called The Red Dragon Inn. Her first sight, in the dark of a cool room given to her without a single question as to her black skin, her race ? was of a man with a beard the color of spun sunlight, blue shifty eyes that would never fix upon her.

He said his name was Guthorm. And that he came from the sea.

Thus, the first mending came to pass.

Time; again. Years for some, another blink of an eye for Suliss. A strange male drow who gave her eclectic lenses that fit over the eye to protect her from sunlight. Still forced to move about in heavy fabrics that blocked the rays of the sun from delicate skin?She learned so much. She learned of the ways between people. She understood, along the outskirts of thought the meaning of trust. As tremulous and as thin as it was, this idea grew in her mind until the fateful day she encountered another female as herself.

The symbol of Eilistraee openly worn upon the other female?s breast glittered silver in the light. Suliss was reminded of her sister Skikudis, all that was said and the song that echoed at night in her dreams.

Thus the mending became complete.

With the passage of time she became enfolded in the teachings of Eilistraee. Acolyte to a Priestess who sought to shepherd the drow here upon the surface of this odd realm, she learned the Dogma of Lloth?s sweeter sister. She learned the way of the Hunt, the trill of the lute as well as the ritual of song.

She met a strange creature, who was not human like she. He had the markings of the wolf, yet spoke in tongues common. Dark eyes like the blotted out sun carried with him the scent of the sands and the dunes of dreams.

Placed aside was the whip to take up the sword in Eilistraee?s name. Long nights she spent dancing under the full moon to raise her voice to a new Goddess.

Thus, the second shattering began.

In the Underdark, names may be stricken from history, words may go unspoken. But the memory of the drow are as long as their years. Ssin? had not forgotten her sisters, she had not forgotten the lessons learned. A debt was to be paid, and she paid it handsomely to anyone who would do what she asked.

She only asked one thing.

?Bring her to me, alive.?

And they found her one evening while she was singing to the moon. The moon shattered in a thousand pieces and would never be whole again for Suliss. As long as she lived.

Thus, the second and final shattering came to pass.

She knew this place.

It was not The Red Dragon Inn, but she knew it somehow.

And will you let met touch your fur? Such blank eyes, do you see?

She rememb?She rem?Remember, remember, something.

In the shadows as always, entombed within a cloak once more that swirled heavy around ankles and obscured her face. The scent, she could not wholly mask yet. She was not whole?Freshly tilled earth, spring rain damp, cool and deep as that within the roots.

It was enough for a hunter to recognize the scent, and he came. Black eyed and dream-touched (always.)

He said he knew her, some how. She uncovered her face to show him all her pieces. Her face was swollen and not yet healed.

?They tore me open, and then took my mind. They laughed, perhaps I laughed ? and I danced in the sun. Where is all your fur? I-I remember fur. ? Hysteria not much more than a step behind her, it arose in her voice at the question. ?It?s gone. Stripped away like I have been. Gone, gone, spiral down ?away we go. ? She laughed (she sobbed) splaying hands in shame over her face. The sound was as if one ground heels into broken glass.

He backed away from her. For what could one who saw things as broken as she, do? It frightened him and she saw this. Revulsion at a part in her he understood too well, at some part of herself then everything. Everything I have become, because you made me.

She ran from the place, disappearing into the wilds as well as her darkness. To heal, to pick up after herself.

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A single candle light bobbled then hiccupped in some semblance of happiness, solitary on a bare wooden table.

It was covered in runes, some in old black blood, some in new and others carved by the mithril claws she had fashioned for her self. He had made his own on the opposite side with real claws. Angry for her honesty, for the truth she could not deny in everything she did.

She told him of the name and that it kept what little of her self together. She told him she remembered his face and he asked her why.

She told him. He did not like the answer.

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It took time. Here we are again, to the most powerful point in this tale. Time and how it passed. The abnormal things it does as well as can do.

With it, the markings upon her skin hardened into scar tissue. Furthermore against the backdrop of skin so black as to be velveteen night, these markings were akin to silver flowing in her veins.

With it, she learned to revel instead of hate the art on her body, shucking formless clothes in addition to the cloaks that kept all but the most trusted eyes from seeing.

With it, she healed. Not the same as before, no. Some note would always be out of tune, some songs would never be sung again, yet she learned the tunes. She found strange lessons from a hesitant teacher, once more to hunt under the moon ? on no account would she call the name of any deity however.

But with time, it was another beginning.

And all stories need a beginning.

ThudThumpThudThumpThudThumpThu?

Suliss?urn made her sister kneel atop the bodies of men and women once loyal to a house that would soon have no name. No memory, striken from books and words for their foolishness and downfall.

On the bodies of a family meant to unweave itself, perhaps from the moment they became one.

?Sister, please. Listen, it was??

The fist in Ssin?s hair brought the thinner shaped woman?s jaw snapping upward, baring the drowess? throat.

?I told you to be silent. There is no place for words. Words and words and more words, round and round you let me go. Here, this is the end. And no more lessons from me, from you. No more.?

ThudThumpThudThumpThudThumpThu?

Ssin? made some sort of sound. It was small, and weak, a mewling for help that both women knew would never come. Not now, not ever. It was too late.

?I lied. There is one more lesson, one which Skikudis taught me and one that you have never learned, sister mine.?

Ssin?s eyes rolled, attempting to see Suliss?urn above her to no avail. All that she saw was the flash of object bright silver in torch glow, soon cold pressed against her throat.

?Mercy.? Suliss?urn whispered into her sisters ear, before the blade ran its course under Ssin?s neck, from corner of jaw to the other. The air which should have whistled from Ssin?s mouth came from the death?s red grin above collar bones instead; vitae splashed unseen in a mess of others spilled.

ThudThumpThudThumpThudThumpThu?mp?thu?d..

Suliss?urn let go of her sister?s hair, the body falling forward and to the side. Kneeling lower, Suliss? observed emotionless the last seconds of her sister?s life.

Was it worth it? Was it worth it, to know that the revenge which kept you alive for so long fulfilled no hole in your heart?

Th..u?d?.thu?m?Thu?

She had no answer.

You have not been here.

These words were simplistic in their nature and did not hide any colors; no red or sharpness caught in between word-thoughts.

Crouched as she was near (but far) some bench near establishment?s doorway. Vines and roses grew across wood work.

?Xas.? The only answer she had given in response at first, though it held certain questions that she dared not put to air. Always, always knowing that the balance was off?you did not push what did not need to be.

Stones were piled one atop the other in the span of time neither of them said anything, and for them time meant nothing (everything). Until claws tick tapped together in prayer mockery, woven over the tops of knees.

He remarked upon the newest shimmer to her collection, raven that she was she tilted head to the right and the side as if to further the illusion of more creature than elf.

?Xas. A trinket, it shines.? This, to her, was a reasonable explanation as to why a new gem winked faded light from around her neck. Its setting was less than presentable, she did not work in metal, more worked metal into others.

For minutes or hours more, there was silence again. Until she moved, slick-slide and sly toward the leaning form upon bench?a faithful hound returned to master.

There weren?t any words at all, in fact. For a very long time after that.

"Xun naut lor phor!"

The word was a whip crack in the shimmering autumn air, thick with the sounds of sleep, the business of the night when not so many insects croaked their little songs as they did in summer. Soon following the words came the sharpest crack of a hand against skin. It was sweet music to the long furl of ears listening, it was.

Pools of light from lanterns long ago lit flickered unsteady silhouettes of a wagon rolling ponderously weighted across cobblestone. Lone, wide, circular wheels bumped and skipped at a torturous pace. It was never allowed to skip forward too fast, nor was it allowed to completely stop. In fact, the pace was deliberate. The amount of strain it took to keep such control of a weighted thing must have been torturous.

Rickety shivering of the wagon echoed against establishments, shop front walls. A darkly splotched tarp was thrown carelessly across the top of it, yet from a corner here and there the distinct, different glitter of mithril (for it had such a shine compared to steel) threw the poor street lamps light like little mirrors in every direction. Pulling the wagon? Two, completely nude female drow chained together in the yoke across their shoulders meant for far greater, more powerful beasts of burdens.

Their backs bent nearly double, bodies? forward alike little hounds pointing in the direction they struggled to pull the wagon too. The skin along their shoulders had long since blistered, worn away, blistered again, worn away, until their white hair was blackened, rivulets of liquid, sweat, tears, or blood, running down skin. And the woman who walked beside them took great joy in every sobbing breathe they took.

Suliss?urn did so enjoy a lovely walk in the evening.

"Stop." A single, whispered word, as the wagon lurched to a halting cease of movement in front of the forge. Both nude drow tried to collapse to the cool of cobblestone, the yoke, and the chains jerking them to remain upright as legs buckled. The two-drow females created an odd tableau of drow-scare-crows.

"Old man," not-so whispered to the shop. "Come, come. I bring you things long promised."

For better, or for worse, Suliss?urn Xukuth had returned. Her first stop, luckily for him, was at Jodiah?s forge.


Taken from live play, edited for grammar and spelling.

" Qualla...nau mzild...elgg udossa.." One of the females, the one closest to Suliss'urn croaked from split and bleeding lips.

Sulissin In All Her Mercy, and Glory, lifted a bare foot without removing molten, golden eyes from the man who appeared in the doorway, and smashed the flat side of tiny, delicate foot against the mouth of the woman who'd spoke. She was as always, as the force of her kick made the woman's head snap sharply to the left --completely calm.

"You will speak in common. You will die when I want you too. " Though she did not tell the woman, who spat out a few teeth to rattle and chink across the cobble stone, to stop begging of course. Every woman had vices. Shoes, shopping, shiny things. Suliss just wanted to hear some one beg for death every once and a while. Was that so hard to ask for?

"Jodiah." Ah. She remembered the name with the face. It was a good enough greeting, and her lip did not curl disdainfully upon him. She, also, remembered their test of sharp things. Which had, at least, heightened her opinion of him - but how far, really, and, how would anyone know?

"I bring you mithril." Just in case he didn't notice. "Xas." And then at the mentioning of darkest desires, she turned eyes back to the women shivering and mewling pitifully.

"Do you want them? You may have them. I did not have time to throw them in the slave pens before getting here." Suliss' voice was a beautiful, horrible, thing. One could almost hear the sweet tones that had vaulted her to bard of Eilistraee at one point, but those tones had been raped long ago by endless screaming. They two women did not even lift their head, as the drow flicked another considering gaze at the old man, toe to head.

"I did not think you would have interest in them. I hear tales of human men breaking when they age." Pointed, and blunt. Yes, yes she did say that. This evening's attire was marginally appropriate. Hanging low on hips some rather draw string to keep the long, A line flow of rich watery material that rippled with every little move to flair to ankles. Her feet were completely bare of course. The shirt may have been decent at some point, until she'd ripped it to shreds, and re wove it around herself for optimum movement, leaving the skin marred by hate to be licked with silvery light from the lamps. Moon pale hair was ever, ever in a braid thick as a man's wrist, sharp as a knife, and swinging to the very ankles where liquid silk flowed.

"It seemed fitting," she said after a bit of thought, she meant the drow women tied then chained to the yoke. "They would have stopped me from bringing you this metal,? a petulant, almost childish tone. As if she could not have believed anyone would have tried to stop her from taking what she wanted.

And, what a change a little time spent in the Underdark could do, no? It seemed she?d learned a few more, finer nuisances in the ability to speak in a manner more easily understood. For better or for worse, these occasions dawdled away had done something, something to change her tiniest bit.

Interlude: Little Sisters

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