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A small petite figure shrouded in a silvery-grey hooded cloak seemed to materialize out of the shadows right before them. But when she moved to lower her hood, revealing a skirted shirt of fine silvery chain-mail, beautiful features cast in ink black skin, silvery-white hair held back in a long pony-tail and eyes of bright ruby red, both men were shocked by the sight.

“A drow… here!” Tarl roared as he raised his great axe, ready to charge, even though she seemed to be unarmed save for a dagger.

“Easy, my friend,” Aeron warned the dwarf off, putting a hand on his shoulder to hold him back. He’d recognized the amulet hung at her throat, the depiction of a female drow with long flowing hair dancing naked before the full moon with a silvery bastard sword. Addressing the dark elf he stated more than asked; “You serve Eilistraee.”

“I do. You know of the Dark Maiden?” Faeryl replied in surprise. Even this close to the Mouth of Song, their temple in the heart of the nearby forest, few knew of her goddess.

“I encounter another priestess of your faith in the depths of the Moonwood,” Aeron advised her, before turning back to the dwarf, who was still poised to attack; “It’s alright. She service the goddess of good drow, who urges them to return to surface and live in harmony with all peaceful races.”

“What? Good drow… has there ever been such a thing?” Tarl sneered, keeping his axe at the ready, although he brazenly ogled her lithe nubile body with its feminine curves and full ripe charms.

“I mean no harm, master dwarf,” she assured in an almost pleading tone. “I’m on a Run, a ritual pilgrimage, and Eilistraee lead me here with a vision of a crescent moon over a river to fulfill a purpose she’s yet to reveal to me.”

“Ha… a harmless drow. What’s the world coming to?” The dwarf retorted, but lowered his axe. He’d never had much faith in the gods, so he had his doubts about her so called vision, but then a more troubling thought occurred to him and he demanded; “Just how did you get into the city? I can’t see either the Watch or the Knights in Silver allowing a drow to enter.”

“I came through the gate north of a large busy market without challenge,” she responded sincerely. “There was quite a lot of traffic and I was hooded against the harsh sun, so perhaps the guards simply didn’t notice me. I’ve spent thirteen decades at the Mouth of Song and adapted to daylight long ago, but in the Moonwood the sun is never so severe.”

“Such is the diligence of Silverymoon’s protectors,” he huffed sarcastically. “If a drow can simply stroll through the Hunter’s Gate what’s next… a pack of savage orcs storming through the Moon Gate?”

“Regardless of the Knights’ or the Watch’s lack of attention to their duties, she’s no threat to the city… so no harm was done,” Aeron injected. “But I’m curious about what purpose Eilistraee has for you here.”

“I’m quite curious about that as well,” a male voice inquired from behind them.

Disclaimer: Some of the material presented here may be the property of Wizards of the Coast, LLC© taken from the Dungeons & Dragons® Forgotten Realms® Campaign Setting authored by Ed Greenwood & Sean Renyolds, the Dungeons & Dragons® Forgotten Realms® Campaign Accessory Silver Marches® authored by Ed Greenwood and Jason Carl and/or other sourcebooks registered to Wizards of the Coast, LLC©. This is unofficial “Fan Content” permitted under Wizards of the Coast, LLC© Fan Content Policy, it is not approved or endorsed by Wizards of the Coast, LLC©.

Description

A small petite figure shrouded in a silvery-grey hooded cloak seemed to materialize out of the shadows right before them. But when she moved to lower her hood, revealing a skirted shirt of fine silvery chain-mail, beautiful features cast in ink black skin, silvery-white hair held back in a long pony-tail and eyes of bright ruby red, both men were shocked by the sight.

“A drow… here!” Tarl roared as he raised his great axe, ready to charge, even though she seemed to be unarmed save for a dagger.

“Easy, my friend,” Aeron warned the dwarf off, putting a hand on his shoulder to hold him back. He’d recognized the amulet hung at her throat, the depiction of a female drow with long flowing hair dancing naked before the full moon with a silvery bastard sword. Addressing the dark elf he stated more than asked; “You serve Eilistraee.”

“I do. You know of the Dark Maiden?” Faeryl replied in surprise. Even this close to the Mouth of Song, their temple in the heart of the nearby forest, few knew of her goddess.

“I encounter another priestess of your faith in the depths of the Moonwood,” Aeron advised her, before turning back to the dwarf, who was still poised to attack; “It’s alright. She service the goddess of good drow, who urges them to return to surface and live in harmony with all peaceful races.”

“What? Good drow… has there ever been such a thing?” Tarl sneered, keeping his axe at the ready, although he brazenly ogled her lithe nubile body with its feminine curves and full ripe charms.

“I mean no harm, master dwarf,” she assured in an almost pleading tone. “I’m on a Run, a ritual pilgrimage, and Eilistraee lead me here with a vision of a crescent moon over a river to fulfill a purpose she’s yet to reveal to me.”

“Ha… a harmless drow. What’s the world coming to?” The dwarf retorted, but lowered his axe. He’d never had much faith in the gods, so he had his doubts about her so called vision, but then a more troubling thought occurred to him and he demanded; “Just how did you get into the city? I can’t see either the Watch or the Knights in Silver allowing a drow to enter.”

“I came through the gate north of a large busy market without challenge,” she responded sincerely. “There was quite a lot of traffic and I was hooded against the harsh sun, so perhaps the guards simply didn’t notice me. I’ve spent thirteen decades at the Mouth of Song and adapted to daylight long ago, but in the Moonwood the sun is never so severe.”

“Such is the diligence of Silverymoon’s protectors,” he huffed sarcastically. “If a drow can simply stroll through the Hunter’s Gate what’s next… a pack of savage orcs storming through the Moon Gate?”

“Regardless of the Knights’ or the Watch’s lack of attention to their duties, she’s no threat to the city… so no harm was done,” Aeron injected. “But I’m curious about what purpose Eilistraee has for you here.”

“I’m quite curious about that as well,” a male voice inquired from behind them.

Disclaimer: Some of the material presented here may be the property of Wizards of the Coast, LLC© taken from the Dungeons & Dragons® Forgotten Realms® Campaign Setting authored by Ed Greenwood & Sean Renyolds, the Dungeons & Dragons® Forgotten Realms® Campaign Accessory Silver Marches® authored by Ed Greenwood and Jason Carl and/or other sourcebooks registered to Wizards of the Coast, LLC©. This is unofficial “Fan Content” permitted under Wizards of the Coast, LLC© Fan Content Policy, it is not approved or endorsed by Wizards of the Coast, LLC©.