† ʟɪʟ ᴀʟᴜʀʟ ᴠᴇʟᴠᴇ ᴢʜᴀʜ'ʟ ᴠᴇʟᴋʏɴ ᴜss †

♛ ᴜssᴛᴀɴ'sᴀʀɢʜ ǫᴜ'ᴇss

They say Drow are evil and depraved, monsters lurking in the dark caves and underground. Demonic elves banished into the Underdark.

But one, at a glance, may take you by surprise. Not simply because you can't recall ever seeing one walking the surface world -- you would remember if you had seen one before, and you have always been warned against traveling too far out in the wilderness under the cover of night for all sorts of threats of monsters and boogeymen. Why would you ever encounter a Drow out in the open, amidst the town?

You find this one in curious places: balls and galas mingling with tense-looking celebrity who seem just as perplexed at his presence as you are, yet seem entranced and disabled; meeting with dealers in taverns under the haze of pipe smoke and curious inky shadows that seem just too dark to be real; or perhaps walking the streets at dusk, pink eyes alight with curiosity and -- yes, completely aware of the halfling rogue trailing behind him, looking to pick those beautiful-looking velvet-lined pockets. It won't end well for him.

And when he finally vanishes, you hear some interesting rumors... And you can't help but wonder how many are true.

By his closest of kin he has been called arrogant, ambitious, temperamental, idealistic. By more orbital associates he is described as particular, distrusting, intense, but certainly "pleasant enough, I guess." Possibly due to the fact that they were given their full promised payment and chose not to rock the boat too much. --What about his enemies? Why, are there any left alive to ask?

† Kʀᴇ'ᴊɪʟ (ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ)
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