<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dpNG8Mr.jpg)</div><strong>Location</strong>: Velkynvelve, Shrine to Lolth<br/><strong>Content</strong>:<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Brihe<br/><hr/><br/>The eyes that she judged with suspicion still examined her. Some might have described them as malicious, or hateful, but above them all, Jorlan’s gaze felt very possessive. The human spoke up in confusion, wondering about her fate, which caused her captor to laugh, as Asha rolled her eyes in disdain before she rose and left Brihe’s bedside. Jorlan’s hand that grasped her neck and cheek moved closer to her mouth, as he ran a thumb across her bottom lip.<strong>”Even if you had died, one of the priestesses would have returned you to us. You are more useful to us dead than alive. And,”</strong>he glanced over his shoulder at Asha, who performed a quick prayer at the shrine before she left the room,<strong>”You will be <em>incredibly</em> useful to me.”</strong><br/><br/>His hand drifted down her face, strong fingers brushing against her throat and reaching her collar and the top of her ragged top.<strong>”You belong to the priestess; You are filth that must expect nothing but suffering and servitude. However, if you please me, I may deign to let you sleep at the foot of my bed… Or perhaps…”</strong>Those fingers dragged down the front of her shirt, between the valley of her breasts, hesitating for a long moment before he finally pulled away from her, and stood. A dark hand reached down to help her to her feet; If she had not the strength, then Jorlan would pull her to a stand.<br/><br/><strong>”Come with me, pet. To quarters more comfortable; I care for the sight of spiders as little as you do,”</strong>he muttered with disdain as he cast his eyes cautiously over his shoulder, towards the gigantic statue of Lolth. His hand wrapped around her wrist, the drow captain of the guard lead her out of the shrine. Outside the front door, the priestess, Asha, was struggling to communicate with a quaggoth--The elf Leyana was nearby clutching a recently emptied bucket of waste--and Jorlan paid them all little heed as he led his prize across the platform that spanned the barracks area, through the battlefield that had been bloodied just minutes ago by Brihe and her slain foe, whose body still laid there.<br/><br/>They entered another hanging stalactite; The ground floor held two beds, and one drow was meditating quietly sitting upon one. Jorlan pushed her towards a rope ladder that lead up to another floor. Once Brihe climbed, she’d find a much more spacious chamber that held only one bed, a desk, a chest, and some other scattered belongings.<strong>”Lay down. Rest.”</strong>Jorlan leaned against the wall near the rope ladder and waited for her to do as he bade.<strong>”My pet… What would you do to escape from Velkynvelve? How desperate are you to see that wretched star before you die?”</strong>He had a dangerous look in his eyes as he thumbed a dagger on his belt, but otherwise remained against the wall, expectant for her answer.<br/>