Eilistraee's domain is a wondrously beautiful garden; everywhere he looks, a doze drow, male and female, are engaged in acts of beauty and art. Maintaining the garden, painting, singing, dancing, and more, including a couple passionately making love, on a small grassy hill, a few others observing, casually, giving them equal attention as the group listening to the woman singing, not far away. The young drow woman who had delivered the message accompanied them, and leads them unerringly through the garden, to a rather cozy-looking palace, made out of multi-colored crystals, glittering in the ambient light of the various glowing plants, around the garden. Eilistraee herself awaits inside, engaged not in art, but warfare, several maps of planes laid out on a table before her, while a half-finished game of Mortality sits off to the side. She looks up and smiles, as Draiss arrives, offering him a warm welcome. "Is there anything I can get you, here?"