Giselle was about to protest but thankfully Amanda said she could help out somehow around the house.  She did have to laugh about the whole thing with the woman's system in the kitchen thing, understanding to upset such a system might make Amanda quite cross.  "Thanks and don't worry, I wouldn't try to upset the system you have here ma'am.  I am looking forward to what you can do.  Kyle gave me some of your fried chicken last night and I must say it was quite delicious."<br/><br/>She observed the woman's efforts in the kitchen, inhaling deeply of the scents from the pans and pots, her face flushes a bit at the good smells coming her way.  When asked to share her stories of her life, Giselle shrugs and wonders where to begin.  Well, most stories usually start at the beginning, and thus she decides to do the same as Amanda serves up breakfast.<br/><br/>Pulling out a map from her pack, Giselle rolls it out in the center of the table, putting a finger on a spot east of the Spine of the World Mountains.  Mithral Hall was where her finger rested.  "That is where I was born so long ago, among the strongest and noblest dwarves you will ever know if you are so fortunate to go to Faerun, far to the east of here across the sea.  Bruenor Battlehammer was ruler then, a dear friend of mine while I was growing up, and a friend to my father as well, a ranger as I am to the goddess Mielikki.  My father's name is Drizzt Do'Urden, former prince of House Do'Urden, second born and an unparalleled master of the twin scimitar style.  Menzoberranzan, a city deep beneath the surface of this world, is where dark elves like my father are born and turned into heartless monsters, unfeeling, uncaring for anyone, untrustworthy even to their own kind, and they are assassins of the most lethal caliber all.  My father, and his own before were different.  Drizzt walked away from it all, carved a name for himself on the surface that was honorable and he gave hope to all he encountered despite the natural hatred that was aimed his way due to the color of his skin alone, a reputation earned due to the Drow's actions for years upon years.  They raid the surface every twenty years, slaughtering everyone they happen to encounter during their short runs on the surface, and their evil goddess Lolth demands sacrifices daily, and it doesn't matter if it's light elves, their most hated enemies, dwarves, halfings, their own race, or humans, they are all the same in their evil eyes.  Drow are chaos incarnate, they slaughter each other for personal gains in power, rank, and material gains as well, but despite this they survive and even thrive in their dark city."<br/><br/>Taking a break from her story, Giselle helps herself to her food and nods her approval, taking another sip from her cup of coffee before going on.  "My father escaped that place, and he raised me and my two brothers along with our light elf mother.  Cattie-Brie, Wulfgar, Regis, Bruenor, and many more besides but those four were and always will be the ones I remember the most keenly.  Most of them died, through battle or old age, but the ones that are left are very dear to those that fought and won many a battle and many a war over the years for the good of all goodly folk.  Anyway, that's the gist of how it all started for me, but I could spend many years telling the whole story and never get anywhere.  How long do you have Amanda?"  She chuckled, enjoying more of her food as she awaited her response.<br/><br/>((Map of Faerun.))<br/><br/>http://www.mythopoeicpress.com/fr_faerun_overview.jpg (http://www.mythopoeicpress.com/fr_faerun_overview.jpg)