<span style="font-weight: bold">Jules</span><br/><br/><br/>“Well enough,” Jules’s squire replies, with a firm nod of her head.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Eurikova</span><br/><br/><br/>A naga’s tail makes a great support for dangling into the - seemingly bottomless - abyss. Beneath the bridge dangle an array of webs and sticky strands. Creatures and slave dangle from them, entangled, and at their centre, a dark, spiny mass shifts. As the dridder turns, you catch sight of her eyes - for all that her torso is that of a drow, there’s nothing human or even sentient there. She’s been possessed by the lowest rank of brute demon…<br/><br/><br/>Fortunately, she hasn’t yet seen you…