♥.:*¨¨*:.♥.:*¨¨*:.♥.:*¨¨*:.♥ Day 9 It's been a little while since I wrote last, hasn't it? Where to begin? Ah yes, my return from Darkling captivity. 'Twas a miserable stay, to be sure. If you've never taken a trip into squalid cavernous depths, then perhaps a visit to a Darkling Enclave is for you! Truly the rotted stench of mold and mildew is overwhelming, no surprise with water droplets dripping from stalactites... or well, perhaps it was merely where they imprisoned me that was kept in such a state. In any case, I was in dire need of bathing and perfuming once I was tossed to the surface like yesterday's rubbish. What? You didn't think the selfish beasts would allow me the luxury of hygienic practice did you? Never you mind. I was met with the most curious of greetings once I was reunited with the group. Velverin actually hugged me. Can you believe it? Well, it doesn't at all matter given that it was later revealed he oft mistakes me for his sister. Conclusively, he cares not a whit for me but for the sister he's somehow decided lives on as me. I shouldn't be surprised. The longer I linger in this tropical graveyard, the more I've realised there is no one worth trusting in it. Perhaps I should be accustomed to such a thing, having lived amongst the whimsical temperaments of the Fey who shift from Summer to Winter quicker than the seasons themselves. Maybe it is for this reason that I should have expected Faelon would attempt thievery of the jug - or perhaps I did, and may be that is another reason why I kept it to myself. No, truly the first and primary reason was to keep it from the cyclops who had been rummaging for the item. They sent us after it and once they were gone, a mass of goblins wanted to claim it for themselves. What is it with these wretched creatures who take claim and credit for things they do not do for themselves? Oh but just when I thought my faith might be lost, we were graced by the visage of Corellon himself. "Lord Commander Valarith" he calls himself and he breathes the very same values and tenets as I. Truly I question if he is of those who have been touched by the gods. For where I am normally confident and forthright, words escape me in his presence. Regardless, I shall steel myself and recollect mastery of my vocabulary. He and I have much to discuss regarding the present state of Chult and the Ring of Winter. If someone like him can exist in this plane, perhaps my faith is salvageable and may be, just may be... I'm not so out of place after all. ~ Drev'nae the Clinquant ♥.:*¨¨*:.♥.:*¨¨*:.♥.:*¨¨*:.♥
