Minthara sat in the back of her tent, her legs crossed as she sharpens her blade in the dim light of a nearby lantern. The cloth cover was dull and covered in blood stains, clear signs of the drow paving her path in history.

The sound of approaching footsteps caught her attention, and she lifted her gaze as the tent flap was pushed aside. She took a moment to appraise the visitor, before leaning back and placing the tome down beside her.

"Approach. Make yourself known."