<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/650ad52b38278e3cd6f7bc7c7485137d--druid-elf-half-elf-druid.jpg)</div>Atraea reached across the table, taking her new friend's hand in hers, projecting an air of quiet confidence and reassurance. "Once you come to understand the surface, your worries will slowly dwindle. While the people here have been taught to fear the drow, they can unlearn their fear. Even now a few of them are inclined to think well of you. Perhaps not all, but you have already found one friend and that is more than any Drow in the Underdark can say. You-"<br/><br/>Atraea was cut off when the tavern door burst open, and a battered soldier stumbled in. "Goblins!" He shouts. "Goblins, at the shrine!" He collapses to the floor, and a few patrons rush to help him up. He blinks, wild-eyed, as if a realization dawns on him. "They have Lady Elsin! I... I must report..." His knees buckle once again.