After what feels like an eternity, He drags himself towards the voice. The scenery around him shifts, slightly, in response, and a figure materializes in front of him; the dark-skinned beauty, the drow wizard Nadriina, as young and beautiful as the day he left. "Draiss? Is it really you?" she asked, her voice welling up with emotion, which is quite significant, for the normally emotionless drow. She must<em>really</em>be affected.