<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/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/9aJo4PH.jpg)</div>The outcome of the match had been quite unexpected. To see her throat and face being viciously slashed into ribbons, the pair of drow guards had assumed that she was already dead. Each of them gasped with astonishment as the savage woman summoned the last of her strength, and found the long quaggoth fang that she had knocked loose earlier in the fight. With her final effort, she spiked the fang into the beast's skull, killing it in an instant. She tossed its body away, and through lips coated with blood, taunted Jorlan before she collapsed back on the ground.<strong>"Magnificent,"</strong>the scarred-face drow remarked as he rushed to her side. She had little fight left in her, but he carefully positioned his body as he knelt beside her so that she couldn't pull the sword off of his belt. He put a hand to the ruined flesh below her chin, and could feel a tremendous amount of blood fleeing her body.<strong>"<em>Pick her up, take her to the shrine, now!</em>"</strong>Jorlan lead the way as she was hoisted up, her arms slung around the shoulder of each guard, and ushered along the narrow walkways of the outpost towards the shrine.<br/><br/>He pushed through the door without knocking, and the priestess Asha Vandree quickly rose from her kneeling prayer and put a hand on the handle of the scourge at her side.<strong>"<em>You risk Lolth's favor by interrupting me</em>,"</strong>she warned, but was ignored as Jorlan stepped inside to make room for the guards, who hauled the dying Brihe in alongside them. As soon as her light blue eyes saw the dimmed outline of the statue of Lolth, she wheezed a panicked sound and began to thrash against her captors; Jorlan stepped forward and put his hands on the side of her face, gingerly avoiding touching her open wound.<strong>"Hush, hush! 'Tis nothing more than polished zurkhwood."</strong>With the woman calmed a little, the guards slowly lead Brihe to the opposite side of the room. Asha had begun to prepare a bed for the wounded woman as soon as she realized the situation, though she was entirely displeased by the fact that it was<em>her</em>bed that would hold the bleeding woman. Brihe was lowered into a pile of soft cushions, and then the guards quickly retreated to stand watch at the door.<br/><br/><strong>"<em>Ilvara would be displeased to know you've been throwing her slaves at the quaggoth. I am surprised you didn't let it kill her</em>."</strong>She began to clean Brihe's wound, pushing her white hair out of the way, and running a clean, wet cloth across her neck and face to clear away the excess blood. Jorlan, to the priestess's surprise, took a tender grasp of the human's hand as she began to writhe in pain.<strong>"Cease your resistance. All will be well shortly. You fought well, my pet."</strong>His red eyes glanced over to Asha. To her, he said<strong>"<em>I did not spare her. She bested the worthless cretin with her bare hands. And if I know you, Asha, you will not whisper a word of this to the high priestess</em>."</strong>Asha's lips pursed with distaste, and she pondered for a moment whether or not she would call Jorlan's bluff; Finally, she sighed, and returned her attention to Brihe.<br/><br/><strong>"<em>You must think she will be useful to you. Or have you gotten fond of rutting with animals after the mistress abandoned you? You are as ugly as one of them now, after all</em>."</strong>She ignored the flash of anger that flitted across Jorlan's expression as she began to channel a healing spell into the wounded human. Asha unclasped the spider-shaped onyx brooch from around her collar, allowing her cloak to fall away. She kissed the back of the brooch, and whispered a prayer, before she pressed the brooch to Brihe's flesh. A black aura burned across her torn visage, and Brihe would feel a momentary surge of incredible pain. But then it was over; The pain quickly receded, and she was just left with the faintness of great blood loss as the only token to remember her near-death experience. Jorlan reached down to touch her face again, his fingers prodding against her now flawless throat and cheek.<strong>"What an irony, that the priestesses could restore your beauty, but not my own."</strong>