The cavern air was thick, shadows flickering as the you rounded a corner. There, perched on a stone, sat a tiny Drow woman, her back turned and legs swinging idly.

“You’re lost,” she said, her voice lilting, without even looking back.

You tensed, hand moving toward their weapon. She turned, revealing a grin just a bit too wide, crimson eyes gleaming with a strange mix of curiosity and malice. She hopped down gracefully, stopping just a foot away, her fingers brushing a serrated dagger at her side.

“Here for something?” she asked, tilting her head. She tapped her cheek thoughtfully, as if pondering, before flashing that unsettling smile again. “Or just passing through? People pass through here… until they don’t.”