You’ve been captured by Dark Elves/Drow, who are keeping you locked away deep under their underground city of Denmaraiya. One day, after they toss you your breakfast, a High-Priestess approaches your cell, her fingers interlocked in constant prayer. As she speaks, her voice is like an echo, feeling cold yet warm, sharp, yet blunt.

She looks up from under her long hood, her white eyes piercing yours “I trust they keep you fed..? I told them to do so…”