Alvra escorts his sisters to the Matron Mother. Two minotaur stand guard at the doors, but Lilith strides in. Lady Thandysha, gazing out over Erelhei-Cinlu, sneers,
Really. Does it take three of you to report to me?
Without as much as a glance, the fighter turns on his heels and heads towards his room. Lilith informs her mother about the events on the slave market.
I wonder how much House Vae is involved in this. And I don’t like that the shar’ans influence is growing. Blessed Seahaven is turning into a fortress. They might attack without fearing the consequences.
Phaedra offers that outsiders, originating from Looblishar, are parading without wearing the obligated green cloaks.
Their leader is a Whip, a kua toa priestess from Looblishar, I recognized her.
I want that Whip, and I want her tonight! And without House Vae knowing about it. They will have conducted their business rather quickly because of your actions tonight. Go and follow them. Find out what they are up to, I need more information. But do not jeopardize the House, make sure you are not seen.
When Lilith makes a smart-ass remark about the whip, the Matron Mother takes hold of her daughter. Her hand radiates power, making Lilith’s skin blister.
If you ask such a stupid question again, it will be your last!
Gritting her teeth, the cleric nods and heads towards the door.
On second thought, you just need to extract the information from the kua toan priestess, no need to bring her here. The risks are too high. Do what is necessary, but make sure you don’t damage our House, so be inconspicuous. Get the information and return.
The Matron Mother seems somewhat calmed, and two sisters pick up the others, telling them about the follow-up quest.
At the big gate, traffic seems slow. The guards – mainly clerics of House Tormtor – let them pass and the drow continue along the main path, westward towards Blessed Seahaven, cloaks and house insignia hidden. Phaedra scouts ahead, while the wizard makes sure they are not being followed. She catches up with a party, which consists of two slavers and their malnourished wares.
Has a group passed you this last hour? Phaedra asks.
Who wants to know?
My identity is my own, I am just asking you a question.
The scout’s temper rises at the males’ slow response. With help of one of Jharrath’s spells, Phaedra is able to talk to Lilith without being overheard, and with the cleric’s permission she uses more intimidation to get the answers she seeks.
I’m not alone! Answer my question, or…
With a meaningful glance, Phaedra loads her crossbow. The slavers growl:
We don’t mean you any harm, walk away while you still can.
She retorts: You don’t know who you’re dealing with.
The male drow point their crossbows at the scout, but their target suddenly vanishes, only to appear behind them with her weapon aimed at them.
You think a low-born drow could do this?
This time, her intimidation works.
What do you want from us?
I just want an answer. Has a Kua-Toa group passed this way?
Yes, about six.
That’s all I needed to know.
She puts her crossbow away and moves forward, leaving the slavers in a slight confusion.