In the depths of the Underdark, a single spider spread it's long thin leg, caressing the dark child's cheek, as she lay asleep. All lost gone, family and home. Burnt by the dwarves that came by for revenge of years past, for revenge of the deaths in their precious Mythril Hall. She lay under the left over debris and half broken home, a shred of light almost burning her eyes. Squirming from the pain of the light, she moved back, closer to the creature near her, the spider, yet not a full spider, but a drider that sat near her, as if protecting her until she was ready to go off and fend for herself. A few more hours to buy her, it did try. For her burning wounds to heal till she could rise and fight against the damned creatures.