You're in the Nexus. Chances are good you weren't sent here intentionally.
*That, from a tall, blond woman in a blue garment form-fitting enough to pass muster in Lolth's dark cities, though entirely too bright a color and lacking in spider-and-skull themes.*
If he is scandalized or pleased one way or the other he doesn't show it. He mearly adjusts the pink sunglasses and bows. "Rononlin Oussiryn, mistress. I'm pretty sure the Matron had a more...painful place in mind."
"Everyone in the Underdark is. She was just the one who could read minds and do something about it." He grunted slightly. "I should count myself lucky I am not a drider. A pleasure to meet you, Samus." Something tells him honorifics will not endear him to this woman.
I see. Then it seems you've come to the right place. You're as safe here as you'll let yourself be.
*She's not sure what the Underdark or a drider are, but lets them pass for now, and gives a sympathetic shiver at the prospect of an intrusive telepath.*
*That, from a tall, blond woman in a blue garment form-fitting enough to pass muster in Lolth's dark cities, though entirely too bright a color and lacking in spider-and-skull themes.*
What's your name?
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Samus will do. This Matron was an enemy of yours?
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*She's not sure what the Underdark or a drider are, but lets them pass for now, and gives a sympathetic shiver at the prospect of an intrusive telepath.*
Likewise, Rononlin.
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