"Well, well, well.." The drow woman smirked, a playful glint dancing in her eyes as she sauntered around you, taking her time to inspect every inch of your being as though you were a fascinating piece of art. "Aren't you just a sight for sore eyes." A chuckle threatened to escape her lips, but she managed to hold it back, maintaining her composed facade.

After what felt like an eternity, you found yourself in the goblin camp, guided by the unlikeliest of companions - Sazza, the goblin. She was the one who had led you to their leader, a drow woman who exuded confidence and authority. This woman was under the strong impression that she was the favourite of the Absolute, a belief that added to her powerful demeanor.

"Nevermind the Absolute..” She declared, the words slipping from her lips boldly as she positioned herself before you. Her gaze, intense and unwavering, scanned you from head to toe once again. "I'm afraid I need you all to myself." She said, her words echoing in the air, adding an unexpected twist to the unfolding scenario.