<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Fh9ZXf9.jpg)</div><strong>Location</strong>: Velkynvelve, bridge crossing the waterfall<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Blood, threats<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Leyana<br/><hr/><br/>Leyana’s quiet suspicions about the origins of the elvish-speaking quaggoth were slightly off-mark as he explained,<strong>”<em>Ah. ‘Tis a sad story, I’m sure the bards of Nelrindenvance sing of it… Though perhaps not, for they assumed me to have disappeared. It was the evil wizard, Terrestor, who transformed me, and exiled me from my kingdom. I fled to the Underdark, for the quaggoth are creatures that are extremely sensitive to the sun’s beautiful gaze… What an irony, yes? A sun elf, now poisoned by the sun</em>.”</strong>He cast his eyes low, feeling sad for himself for a moment, before he seemed to remember why he had come.<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/9aJo4PH.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Before he could excuse himself and go to the shrine, the priestess Asha opened the door and walked out, as if she knew she was sought after. She cast a suspicious eye between Leyana and Derendil, recognizing him as the slave and not just another one of their retained quaggoth servants. She was only vaguely aware of the labor schedule for the slaves, but she knew that when they were attending to their duties, they were always kept separate, so that they could not coordinate anything together.<br/><br/><strong>”What is the meaning of this?”</strong>She asked in Common, speaking lowly; She glanced nervously around, as if expecting someone to be watching them, before she returned her attention to Leyana and Derendil. The elf prince tilted his head in confusion, not understanding her words.<strong>”<em>The guards sent me to retrieve you, the dwarf</em>-”</strong>He was not allowed to finish her sentence, as Asha quickly drew the scourge on her waist and lashed out at him, the beast screaming in pain as red gashes appeared on his broad, furry chest.<strong>”Don’t you dare speak the filthy tongue of elves to me! You, surfacer, what is he saying?”</strong>Blood dripped off of the metal barbs of the multi-thonged whip. Her beautiful features were bunched up in fury and impatience, and she raised it again, threatening to bring it down on the woman if she didn’t answer shortly.<br/>