She gives a soft sigh, setting down the things, and handing her the tray. "And I was only gone for three hours. I guess I can't leave you alone at all, can I?" she asks, trying to lighten the mood, a little. "Here, eat some, then we'll talk," she says, waiting for Chess to start eating, before taking off her clothes, and curling up behind the naked drow. "I didn't do much, just went to meet a few old friends, listen to the word on the street for a bit... it's easy to do, when you just look like a big, friendly dog," she says, with a grin. "People say things around dogs they'd never say to my face. unfortunately, didn't hear anything too valuable, but it was entertaining, at the least."<br/><br/>None of the drow's possessions are anything special; what few magic items she has would be common for a priestess to have. The only unusual thing is a small, lead-lined box, that clearly once held the dagger, and a small potion vial, designed to keep detection magic from noticing them.