>>5514118"Usstan venduin dos, wanre d'Eilistraee. Ol uriu tlus sreenath z'hind jhal usstan inbal raq'tus a vaen," you huff, rolling your shoulders. She bites her lip, evidently vexed by your words. Sluggishly, she replies in an accent which you are wholly unfamiliar with. "Um... Vendui, vendui! Udossta talthalra... zhah sekene... sekene du'ased!" She coughs. "Forgive me, sister. I am not very good with the language, haha." You note that her command of the regional human language is much stronger than her grasp of Ilythiirra, and eye her warily.
Gradually, you lower your weapon and you step toward her. Being up close provides a much more detailed view of the woman - she is an adult with a confident posture, only a few decades younger than you, perhaps, although there is an imperceptible quality about her which you find incredibly abnormal. Leaning in, you look her up and down, scrutinizing her every feature. "I'm... flattered, but I already have a man, sister," she says, stepping back several paces. Disregarding her, you wrack your brain, until the revelation impacts against your psyche like a flood of water crashing against a cavern wall. "You are a half-breed."
"Half-" she raises a skeptical eyebrow, nodding to herself as she comes to realize something. "My name is Luaue, sister. Luaue Ousstlar. Although, I suppose my father was a human, haha!" Luaue shifts her weight and softly squeezes your shoulder with her free hand, an uncomfortably overfamiliar act. You sneer at her, which convinces her to withdraw. "So, what's your name?"
"Sindiira," you say as you return the Dark Fantasy to its scabbard. "Torani." Despite having come so far, you find your lexicon failing you now that you have met your objective. Unsure of what to say, what to feel, Luaue takes the initiative. She spares Alantha a fearful glance and beckons for the two of you to join her as she moves deeper into the ruin. "You must have so many questions, Sindiira. I can tell you're still used to the Lolthite ways, but as the senior priestess here, I know how to help people you adjust. Come, I want to introduce you to the others. These are dark times, but goddess willing, we will get through them. "
You blink.
This half-breed is Eilistraee's senior priestess?
>Oh. Well. That is very... progressive. I suppose I shall simply have to get used to such things.>Ho ho, a fine joke! This girl has a sense of humor. Now, who is the real senior priestess?>Mayhaps it is for the best, to leave some of the old ways behind.>Outrageous. I refuse to believe that my people would ever willingly obey a half-breed girl.>Such are their ways. The can elect a darthiir to lord over them, for all I care. 