He nods. "Drow are always seen as backwards, the corrupt version of all good elves. They worship the Spider Queen, and the disobedient ones are turned into Driders, a horrible half elf, half spider monstrosity. There might be one good one out of a million, such as myself." He chuckles. "The gods, huh? I used to worship gods...then I discovered that they all hate necromancy. So I sought out the purest form of death there is, The Reaper himself. He answers to no pantheon, just ensures that all creatures meet their end as intended." He sighs. "I think my presence here is starting to have a cult following, in all honesty. The few that know about necromancy have been trying to tail me. Should I be concerned about that?"