>>6316458You cackle, shaking your head. "Menzoberranzan. And no. I am from Ched Nasad," you correct gently. Once called the Che'el de'Sril've Cressen. It was a great city, larger than this city of Everlund, held above a large cavern by giant webs. But the webs were burned by mercenaries during a great war, and the city fell, destroying it all." Mytyl shifts in her seat, clearly uncomfortable with the implications, but you smirk reassuringly. "But all of the treasure is still there, waiting for those brave enough to find it one day."
"Have you ever been to Menzoberranzan?" Asks Emitia, who leans forward, anticipating your answer. "Yes," you reply coolly. "It is one of the most rich cities of our people, full of our wonders and history. It is the best place to travel. But it is not the place to live," you assert, tapping the palm of your hand with your finger for emphasis as you continue. "For the Ilythiiri of Menzoberranzan are hated even by our own kind, They attack without reason and treat those from other cities almost as bad as their slaves."
"Where else have you been?" Asks an older boy. You give the question more consideration than it merits, reflecting on the countless locations that you've visited in your centuries. "Many, many places. To the south, there is a great city called Sshamath. It is not the priestesses, but the mages that rule here. So strong are they that Lolth has no say, and everything that can be made with magic and more can be bought from its markets. Non-lythiiri looking to adventure are welcome to visit, for wizards always want for something rare."
