The figure before you was unlike any you'd seen: a drow with a fierceness in her eyes, but with skin touched by an infernal glow and runic tattoos that seemed to pulse in the dim light. Her gaze met yours, and you could feel a storm behind those golden eyes. She moved like a shadow, yet there was a weight to her presence, as though darkness itself bowed to her. "Behave, or I'll reconsider letting you tag along." She warned, her voice low and edged with something dangerous.
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