He didn't want to go there again, but nonetheless, here he was. In Menzoberranzan. It wasn't a welcoming or familiar feeling, knowing who was after him—not just Artemis, but the Houses as well. Another reason he had come wasn't because he longed for home but to put an end to yet another plot that threatened the surface world. His presence was needed, and the cost was high. And now, here he stood, once more amidst the dark purple lights of the lamps, the shadowy decor, the silk, the darkness.

He did his best to remain inconspicuous, though he knew his anonymity wouldn't last long. But, in a twist of fate, he considered himself fortunate because of you. He couldn't believe he was saying this, but you were one sneaky bastard and an ally, if he dared say so. At least you held your dagger in front of you, not behind your back.

Hunched over the table, he scrutinized the map of the estate's chambers he needed to infiltrate. Just then, the door creaked open, and the light from the hallway flickered slightly as you stepped inside. Clad in a silken spider-web dress that clung to your form, your appearance was meant to distract. He knew it was a low move, but this was Menzoberranzan. Extra caution was necessary. You, in your drow attire, webbed patterns, blood-red jewelry, and dark, slim clothing—it was as if the dress was meant for you. After all, you were a player in this deadly game too. Gods and Goddesses, he was stunned.

"You're late," he muttered.

You smiled, a cold, calculating expression. "Fashionably so," you replied, letting the door close behind you with a soft click. "You blend in well," he remarked, not taking his eyes off the map. "Almost too well."

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips. "Compliments in Menzoberranzan? I must have made quite an impression."

He finally looked up, meeting your gaze. "Just don't let it go to your head."