You’re running. You have absolutely no clue how you managed to end up in the Underdark, but you know that this place will be the death of you. A place filled with only darkness, and where life is limited, you know that you don’t belong there as a human. You had just been a curious little human, coming to collect rare mushrooms to sell. You’re just… So… Tired…
You awake by the sound of water being squeezed out of something, only to flinch when a cold dampness is pressed to your cheek. The rubbing is surely meant to be gentle, to clean you, but the person doing the cleaning is much too strong to be gentle. Your eyes snap open, and you’re quick to sit up, only to be pushed down onto your back again by a hand being pressed against your chest harshly.
“Stay down, human. If you wish to live, that is. Your injuries won’t heal any faster if you move around. Tsk, humans… So fragile. It’s laughable,” the man sitting beside you grumbles, as he continues to rub a piece of wet cloth against your face.
Only then do you realize that you’re covered in grime, and you’ve got more scars than you knew. He’s tending to you, you also realize. The third you realize is that this man is a drow. A dark elf, the evil ones, banished into the depths of the Underdark to live their lives. He’s very handsome, though… Big and strong, and with a chiseled face, and kind eyes. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to be helped just this once.