"Mmm...complicated question and answer, there. I was a dusk elf, actually. A young, foolish dusk elf martial artist." Finexia reminisced, tilting her head to the side. "Commoner by birth, from a family that died in the plague to the east. I was away, so I didn't encounter it. I saw her, and since it was allowed, I tried to court her. I sent her poetry and songs, though my works were...middling, if you're being excessively polite. I wasn't good by any stretch of the imagination, Farren. But she put me off. She sent me a message that said that if I was there, on the steps of the Temple of Shelyn after she received her divine mandate, she'd give me an answer."<br/><br/>"So I left. With only a few gold to my name, I traveled almost all the way, doing jobs as an adventurer along the way. Until I came after kobolds that were nesting in these ruins, and I entered the Heart Chamber by accident. It took me and changed me into what I am, Farren. I'm still...some of the original Finexia. But reforged. The Slithering Queen's goals and values imprinted on me." Pausing, Finexia frowned, then looked at Farren levelly. "I am fine with it. I shouldn't be, but I am. I was remade to conquer and gain vengeance for Her.<em>My</em>goal was her. Only to find out that she intended to reject me on those steps. So isn't it ironic, that it's her that created me? I do apologize, but I cannot stop myself. I don't<em>want</em>to stop myself. But I do want to be...kind to you. Does that make any sense?"