[center][b]Sarah's Request[/b][/center]
[center][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/1215/posts/ooc?page=1#post-12648]Eins Nimgrud[/url][/center]
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Drows. Why did it have to involve drows?

Blasted thieving bastards living in their shitholes in the Underdark. Not that she herself had personally seen their treacherous nature, but she heard enough from others, especially of what they did to women. That thing about the pits they threw women into still gave her shivers. She'd rather die than suffer through any of those drow tortures. Which was exactly why she was walking behind the two drows. Showing your backside to a drow was an invitation for one to shove his dagger in. 

Eins Nimgrud readjusted the straps holding the large gilded sword hanging off her back, and continued on walking towards the others.

All those days trudging through the darkness guided by nothing more than a flickering torch and that strange woman didn't do much to help either. The darkness did not bother her as much, for she can partially see in it due to her fake eye,but the woman... the woman gave her that feeling. That feeling of unease. If she was as powerful as the legends say she was, then why did she need the Queen's Blade? Couldn't she just waltz right in and grab it? And for that matter, why was she, Eins Nimgrud, sent along on this mission? She didn't refuse it because of all the money, and the prospect of helping push back those demonic things, some of which wants her blood, but this mission would be more suited for those stuffy stealthy mercs who thing they are so better than everyone else because they can skulk around better than anyone else. With bloody drows along for the party as well. 

"Its huge."

Big, black and imposing, the ziggurat they arrived at looks more like a tomb to her than a temple. Though she was no tracker, there was clear signs that some people had entered the temple, most likely the Dwarven expedition. Now dwarves, those were people she likes. Except for the duergar. Those people were assholes.

The thing inside her head shifted uneasily.

While she hated that blasted thing for being in her head, she had to agree it was right for being anxious. Even if she was not betrayed by those drows, any tight spaces inside that temple would inhibit her from using her sword, a pitiful situation where she might as well slit her own throat and lie down dying quietly.

"I'm more interested in rescuing the dwarves that went in there. Stands to reason they would know more about this place, and be of some help in recovering the artifact."