Quigo smiled.  "Well," he started, "it's more that she was there and you weren't.  Though now that you're here, you can have a new room we've built for people your size.  It should be a lot more comfortable."<br/><br/>Once everyone was finished (and Quigo had thanked Taizee for the complement), Quigo guided everyone to their rooms.  Ter'ra and Abylus got rooms that were a little larger than the average cell.  The rooms for Taizee and Lang, on the other hand, were about twice that size, with beds that allowed their occupants to curl up on them as well as lay down straight.  While the beds weren't fit for kings, they were pretty comfortable.  The occasional person wandered down the hallway, but Abylus wasn't stopped by anyone.<br/><br/>Ter'ra's wanderings were also permitted, to an extent.  One small hotbed of fertility was the storeroom, where fertility magic was shining out of a bag of wheat.  Further down the hall was a stronger source of magic, but it was behind a heavy locked door.  There was a sign on the door stating "WARNING, MAGICAL TESTING BEYOND THIS DOOR.  DO NOT ENTER UNLESS ACCOMPANIED."<br/><br/>For Ter'ra: when she decides to sleep that night:<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">All the drow can see in her dream is darkness.  Oppressive, choking darkness.  Furthermore, there is no sound and nothing else to feel besides the pressure of the shadows.  For the longest time, that's it.  Then a faint green light wraps itself around Ter'ra's thighs.  It's extremely faint, almost snuffed out, and its voice is no more than a whisper, which only the most perceptive of ears can make out.  It then crawls upwards, near her now unclothed pelvis.  A small tendril pokes into her folds and tries to spill its way in, but before it can get very far, the dream is over.</div></div></div>