The campfire flickers, wayward embers swirling in an echo of the stars dotting tonight's sky. Thus illuminated, Minthara's armor glows almost ethereal against the circle of tents surrounding you. She notices you first - of course she would, nothing serves a drow's senses better than the veil of night and dark of caves - but does not approach. She stands strong. Uncompromising. All the nobler for it.

"Do you require my expertise?" asks Minthara, arms crossed nonchalantly.