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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">AND IN THE WINTER NIGHT SKY SHIPS ARE SAILING<br/>
LOOKING DOWN ON THESE BRIGHT BLUE CITY LIGHTS</span></span></span>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 9px"><span style="color: #544A41"><span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #9D612B">"Ah,"</span></span></span> said the drow, after Baltazar explained the whole 'love or hate' business.  She silently scolded herself for not picking up on that, but then again, lately all the people she had spoken to had hardly half the wit as herself and her master, and rarely could think of poetic ways to phrase jobs.  So of course, the drow was taken by surprise, but she recovered eventually.  With that business revealed, Sbatarra was about to answer the earlier question, before she was interrupted in mid-breath as Baltazar began his long speech for his last trek into the Underdark.  She tried to jump into the mix a few more times after that, offering snarky commentary here and there, but never really found a proper opportunity, what with that wicked grin disheartening her during every break in his speech.<br/>
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By the time he had finished, Sbatarra remained quiet for two good beats, before she blinked and looked at him, as if she were expecting more.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"That's... well, that's quite the tale, Baltazar.  Illithids are formidable opponents, indeed.  You're lucky to have survived the fight, and your companion is lucky his choice in partners were as kind to as bring him back into the world of the living,"</span> she went on, glancing away for a brief moment to survey the scene of the tavern.  During the entire story, she had almost forgotten about the world behind her, and had to remind herself that this place was still dangerous, and all it took was a drunk fool to try and stick her in the back for her to lose all patience with this place.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"I'm not sure I would have done the same,"</span> she shrugged, referring to Baltarzar's <i>noble</i> actions in bringing his companion back to life.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"I haven't met too many reliable friends,"</span> she quickly added, clarifying as she patted her hip, as if gesturing to the coins in her bag.<br/>
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<span style="color: #9D612B">"I suppose fair's fair, though.  You <i>did</i> tell me about your trip to the Underdark, so I might as well tell you about mine.  I'll save you the sob story of a little drow girl born with blood as black as her hair, raised by a noble house high enough to think mightily of themselves, but low enough for all the other <i>important</i> houses to spit on us,"</span> she began, pausing for a moment to run her hand through her hair.  She would need a drink as well, it seemed.  With a tap on the counter, she signaled the barkeep with a low whistle, then nodded to one of the bottles of wine on display.  Pricey, but worth it to her.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"I'm an exile.  Thirty years ago I finally grew the spine to disobey my orders, disobey my family, and for that, I paid a heavy price.  Or rather, my family paid a heavy price, as I was supposed to be our secret weapon.  Infiltrate a rival house during a raid we had been planning for <i>years</i>, and take out their clerics while they baptized the newly born child in blood, or something similar.  It's been thirty years, I've since forgotten the details.  Long story short, I saw this as a beautiful opportunity to leave the Underdark behind, to separate myself from people who spat on me for my 'demonic features', and equally praised me for them, so long as it was to fight against their enemies,"</span> she continued, occasionally stopping every now and again to take a swig from the bottle of wine that had been given her.<br/>
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<span style="color: #9D612B">"With that mess behind me, I was so... <i>eager</i> to leave the Underdark.  I made my way towards one of the caves I had visited before, during a surface raid when I was... oh, Zinzerena, just a little girl practically, then found my place amongst all the humans and orcs and dwarves and fairer skinned elves.  Of course, such a transition was not easy, both on my eyes and on incorporating myself into... proper surface society.  Eventually I found my way, and after eighteen years of crawling in the muck and living poorly, and being angry at just about everything, I found the city of Izmit, and within it, the only man I can say I have ever loved,"</span> she paused, staring longingly at her bottle, which had a great deal drained out of it already.  She blinked then, shook her head, and continued her story, forgoing the details about Double-Dead.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"The next twelve years were spent learning my trade, the trade of the assassin, and growing ever in power as a warlock right alongside it.  Now... now I'm here, drinking overpriced wine and sharing my life to some stranger,"</span> she laughed, honestly amused at the whole situation.<br/>
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<span style="color: #9D612B">"And to answer your earlier question, I can just as easily lay with a target as I can cut them down with my blade.  So long as they have a charming face at least, and are willing to look past the colour of my skin.  I do hate having to pin struggling targets to the wall or on the ground.  So much easier to just kill them at that point,"</span> she shrugged, taking another sip of her wine, before mixing the taste with a puff of smoke.  From her lips came a purple ring of smoke, and when she zapped this one with her Eldritch energies, it turned into crystallized ice instead, forming a perfect ring of purple ice, before dropping into her open palm.</span></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 22px"><a class="externalLink" href="http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=454315" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">*</a></span></span>​</div><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>