In the Shadows
Ruchi Vael'kyn
Ruchi looked around with a sliver of amazement, her eyes no longer able to maintain her mask of feigned apathy toward the encroaching, shadowy sphere. The two drow locked eyes, their gazes glowing through the vivacious movement of the shadows, staring at each other. "Not bad." Ruchi whispered, "I'm assuming you don't want me to burn us to a crisp inside your sphere?" Her words emerged muffled and distorted. Hard to understand. A strange, alien sound, spoken by her own lips. This confused her. And what exactly did Zynrae mean about her bed? The atmosphere inside this globe did bear some faint resemblence the of the Underdark, Ruchi thought. In the catacombs of the Underdark, she had seen similarly strange sights and sounds unimaginable. Unspeakable. "Lead us outside then, Malla Zynrae." Ruchi's tone bordered on mockery, but the muffled effect of the sphere might have helped in this case. And she did feel thankful for this distraction from, well, her secret. "And what of Xael? How shall the three of us solve our contest of physical prowess? Tell me, Zynrae, how familiar are you with the Underdark? The catacombs harbor secrets." The words had left Ruchi's lips, but already she was regretting them. What was she suggesting? She already almost got killed in the catacombs. And her own sister, Zepi, had perished. Fuck.
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