Erel, reluctantly, rose to her feet again, and studied that statues around her. Worship, wealth, power... the three choices that lay before her. She considered them all. Worship might be nice... but she preferred to remain unseen, unnoticed. Fame and glory were one thing, but too much could be stifling, a shackle as much as the literal one around her neck.<br/><br/>Wealth... now that was something. Wealth brought freedom, and luxury. It was certainly tempting, but she felt like she could do so much more.<br/><br/>Power, on the other hand... that could easily let her get the other two. The strength to strike down any who opposed her, bring vengeance upon those who had enslaved her. But... they were merely humans, and she was<em>drow</em>. She didn't need strength to crush them, no more than her own, once she was free of this enslavement, she would be strong enough to destroy those who had once offended her.<br/><br/>So which to choose?<br/><br/>Of course, there was one<em>other</em>option, wasn't there? She slowly turned to face Nocticula, eyes downcast. They had said she was special, hadn't they?  She deserved more. She deserved all three... and more than just being given power could give her.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, she raised her head, confidently, and looked towards Nocticula, and then began to stride forward.