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Hmm...she watched him again. Looking for an Illithid. She wasn't feeling any miraculous recovery but she dind't feel as bad as she had before either. She wasn't quite so near passing out and when she looked she saw that her cuts were beginning to close up. The bleeding had certainly been stemmed which was a good thing and she was no longer in pain. So the burning vial had done some good. She considered it for a few seconds and then said truthfully, "I was out wandering and I happened to get myself into a spot of trouble. But I took care of it although the second time I didn't come out unscathed."

Her shoulders slumped. "I hope this is worth my time. I Naga the Serpent, has time. I do, Naga's time is precious time. Naga, Naga, Naga, has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Wont' anybody call me by my name, i wonder?" She followed, ocne again, through the portal, and to the other side.

She glanced over at Malik and shook her head, "I'm not what you might call a conventional Drow. But he and I merely exist in the same area. We are not with each other nor can we stand each other. We tolerate each other and that's all that can be said on that subject. He's a pompous and overbearing Tier'Dal. I subscribe to some of the original Drow ideals, especially Llothian ones and he doesn't. Therefore there is conflict." She relaxed her stance a bit and moved her hands away from her daggers. "I dont' believe I caught your name."

"You may call me Kimmuriel, as we share a common Drow ancestor. You may have heard of the legendary Captain Tarathiel, the name Malik knows me by, and one he shouts far too often since I sent an illusion to his dinner table. Fooled even his big cats into thinking that I was there." The drow chuckled, "If you are a thorn in his comfortable life, I shall make a note to come to your aid more frequently."


Warhammer adjusted his stance, his ten foot frame creaking the ground. "The Captain has decided to test one of his new trinkets on an Illithid we uncovered plotting in the region. The soldier who found you was not wrong in sending you here, but allow me to entertain you while we await the esteemed return of our gracious captain." The minotaur mentioned towards a smoothed rock near him. "If you would wish to be seated?"

She sighed. "An Illithid? I'd sure like to get my hands on one fo them, without them being able to get their minds on me. Just to see what they're plotting." She hopped up on the smoothed stone, scimpy clothing making things bouncy and sway. She laughed. "I have my cre out in that city over there. i hope this won't take too long. They might start eating without me."

"I know the feeling. I was runnign errands after all, when a soldier distracted me." she shrugged. "There is lots off food, and the spoils were slim. This Naga willl not complain if she misses out." She swung her legs, actually turnign one around and lookign at her calf, as if lickign the way she looked. "So who is this captain I keep hearing but not hearing about?"

She suden;y sat up straight, he eyes going wide, her hands to her lips. "K-Kimmuriel? Tarathiel? The Son of Lloth!" She sounded utterly exstatic. She jumped up on the rock, excited. "I've found him! Oh finally, after all this usless tracking and searching and gettign distracted I finally get to meet him!" She laughed, then giggled. She put a hand on warhammer's shoulder, flames in her eyes. "You're not pulling my leg are you? because if you are..." she shook her fist.