When I regained consciousness a few days ago, I saw some soldiers piling corpses on a wagon. Again, I had underestimated this Drow. This would certainly not happen to me again. But I had to regain my strength first. It was lucky that she hadn't caught me in my human form.
The riding lizard on which I lay weakened threw me off rudely at my front door in Menzoberranzan. I just couldn't understand why the Drow like these beasts so much. They stink, are unfriendly, and eat the gold out of your pocket. After I got back up and opened the door, I managed to take one step into the house before my daughter Yasmih ran towards me.
»Mommy« she called, giving me just enough time to get down on my knees, so I could give her a hug.
»I missed you so much« she continued, burying her face in my clothes
»I missed you too« I smiled, looking up at my life mate Tarzyr.
»Thank Lolth. We have already been informed that you were killed in action« he said, visibly relieved.
With the little one in my arms, I stood up and clung around Tarzyr
»Why are you Drow so tough? This is the third time she escaped from me« I whispered
»I'd rather you call off the mission. After all, we still want to have something from you!« he demanded softly before pressing a kiss onto my forehead
»I want to try again« I decided. No one should doubt me. Especially not Tarzyr.
He didn't say anything in reply, but only stroked my hair briefly.
An impatient pounding on the door woke me up. Those damned Drow and their ability to get by with only a few hours of meditation. Drenched in sweat, I opened the door, and before I could say a word, a pregnant Thalra Zarethi raced in.
»Is it done?« she rushed.
»No« I replied softly as I sauntered into the kitchen.
»Why not? The longer she lives, the more endangered my position in the house is! Some slaves are already celebrating her resistance.«
I still didn't understand why the death of this one half-Drow should be so crucial to House Zarethi. It was none of my business, either, as long as I got paid for it.
»I need to recover!« I demanded, »You should have killed her when she turned herself in. What happened after the pillory is your own responsibility.«
»Are you going to blame me now?«
»It's just pointing out a fact!«
»I'm tired of these incompetents« she immediately roared as she swept my kitchen table clean with one wipe.
With the hot cup filled with something that closely matched coffee, I calmly turned to her.
»By the end of this month, I want that crossbreed bastard's head, or yours!« she continued demanding »I need to show strength now.«
›Yasmih and Tarzyr need to get out of here‹ I thought after she disappeared from my house as quickly as she had entered. Just to be on the safe side. But how was I going to tell them?
