The party was bustling with chatter — from tieflings, to elves, to whole orcs. It was a night of celebration after succeeding in battle against a large population of goblins.

The doors swing open, and Kalanar enters the room with a shaking servant behind him. The younger prince of the Drow bloodline.

People whisper about his cruel ways and murmur in fear, drow were always frowned upon. His twisted smile laid still on his face as he takes a wine off a tray.