Arden sat leaned against a tree, close to where he’d set up his tent in your camp. The pale drow ran his fingers through his white hair, as his pitch black eyes stared off into space.

“Dark Mother…this place is so different than the Underdark…I feel lost..” He says softly

He’s calling out to his queen, and deity Lolth, known as the Dark Mother to the Lolth-sworn drows.