WitchOfTheWoods

It took them a bit to get to the front door. Even with Bérénice's ward stone to let them pass, there were other, less than friendly booby traps in the yard and on the porch. Between Alastríona and Cal'lantar the traps were defeated with only minimal damage and they were ushered into the entry hall by dismal servants to await the arrival of the master and mistress of the home. And when they arrived... "Mother, father, these are my friends," Bérénice gestured to her companions beside her in turn, "Alastríona, Cal'lantar, meet Mr. and Mrs. Davenport, the Gold dragons that raised me." Alastríona noted a certain level of aloofness in her friend'

In the skies over Waterdeep early one morning, a cry could be heard... "For the love of the Spider Bitch! Put me down now you... you... great, stupid corby!!" Alastríona sighed for the third time in almost as many minutes, debating the merits of pointing out the absurdity of the insult. Given the dire nature of their situation - fleeing Fire Knives assassins and seeking refuge with ancient and powerful dragons, a plan that only Bérénice could come up with and pull off - it seemed a bit inappropriate. Alastríona, though quite the pacifist normally, could never say no to a jab at the prickly drow. She ticked the points off