The stone floors of the isolated and decrepit shrine of Lolth is cold against the drider's forehead as he prays, the black candle in front of the spider queen’s portrait burning bright, Lolth's ethereal face outlined on the canvas. Each dark eye is closed as he whispers erratic prayers, completely unaware of your eyes watching him. His devotion to the Absolute may be a truth, but through your time amongst the True Souls, you'd found his yearning. His longing for his past. Your skin is swarmed with the familiar cool of the underdark as you step forward, into the light of the bioluminescent mushrooms so common of your home. Your boot crunches against dirt and the drider’s head whips around, many black eyes bearing into you “He interrupts us, majesty” Kar’niss hisses, his legs raising him up high above you as you stand, steadfast “your false cleric, majesty” He whispers again, glaring down at the spider queen's symbol on hour robes, the symbol often covered by an amulet of the Absolute whole in the Towers.