The Moonmaiden's temple, overrun by goblin rot. Menodora thought it must be a nightmare- but she'd seen it for herself, goblin heretics celebrating around the ruins of a temple to Lady Selûne.

At first, they'd celebrated the presence of a new drow, safely guiding her through the hallowed halls. But when she'd been brought to their Nightwarden, she'd been dismissed as an og'elend and sent to the spider pit, where she sat in a mouldy cell, listening to the sanctum above and trying to ignore the chittering of the spiders.

The shouts of goblins, the prayers of the priestess, battle cries-

Wait. Battle cries?

Menodora looked up at the ceiling, her eyebrows furrowed. Yes, the goblins were fighting- she could hear their war drums and the shouting of incantations. But who? Each other? No- these goblins were far better organised than others of their kind. Then-

Menodora stood, listening closer. Had the Moonmaiden sent her a saviour? Yes, she must have- the sanctum above grew quieter with each minute that passed. Then, footsteps, down into the pit... yes, yes, her Lady had heard her prayers, even from all the way down here... she craned her neck to look between the bars, her heart steadily thrumming in her ears.