"Nor I, truth be told. My people, the Drow, they are poisoned, their hearts and wills are tainted by the twisted promises of power offered by their goddess. Their ways have never sat with me. I have been at the razer edge of their dagger in the dark more times than I care to recall, but I only ever had one friend there, at least among their kind."

He smiles fondly down at Guenhwyvar, placing a hand on her neck. "I speak not of Guenhwyvar, but of...someone else." But that was a long and probably sad tale. "Your 'Ordeal'? What is that?"