No social calls?  Shame... but made sense.  She takes the wine too, taking a sip of it before letting Emily sip from her glass.  A master should take care of her slave, after all...<br/><br/>"My history?  Well, that's quite a long thing... you know about the Undermountain and the Underdark, right?" she said, settling in and putting her arms around the two nearest women - the lady and Emily "Well, I was born there, mother died in childbirth - she was a healer - and my father was some guy she'd fucked once or twice or so.  I spent most of my time in my youth raising hell and beating the Eilistraeen Sworddancers into pulp with my bare fists, then when I got bored with that - and people stopped trying to get in my way - I went into the depths of the Underdark and just... wandered around.  It was a thrill to fight down there... you ever beat an Illithid to death with it's own mouth-tentacles?  Fun times, being nine-years-old... those things wiggle around after you pull them off too, did you know that?"<br/><br/>Another sip of wine, another for Emily, and it was back to the story...<br/><br/>"So, did that for gods know how long, got bored, then decided to come up here to Waterdeep.  I'm<em>sure</em>you heard stories of me some seven to five years ago; I was a little hellion before the monks took me in.  By 'took in' I mean I was more or less forced to stay there and train.  Learned discipline, control, blada blada... left there, did some adventuring, and built the first Eilistraeen temple on the surface world, which is where I live with Demi - my hound archon friend - and this little slutty slave in my left arm." she finished, figuring the details would take too long and a lot of her story the woman probably already knew "And so we have me, the woman who is as refined as she is a walking source of death, destruction, and slaughter... does that answer your questions at all?"