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[sketchy_devotee]

*though she struggles to keep her bearing regal, as befits a priestess of Lolth, the presence of daylight hurts her eyes, and she is squinting and shielding her face* *she's on the short side, as is usual for her kind, with white hair and ebony skin* What madness is this -- where have I found myself? I was dead, or perhaps I dreamed I was, but it certainly felt real enough and --

Typist: ...um. Vierna Do'Urden. From Salvatore.