But despite her homeliness and odor she has always prepared the finest of meals for me, rothe steaks, soft breads and dark mushroom soups. Standing there I now realized had reason to reconsider my earlier lack of fear. Her body odor is bad, but her demeanor suggested something worst. That stinking, lice-ridden female, with her halberd and snake whip, bore all the features of one who foolishly combined psychosis with authority. I had no doubt about what I was in for.
Life is a surprise.
Taking out a paltry copper, the drow flung it at my captors. She jumped on the platform, grabbed me and cradled my lithe form in her arms. Now many females of my kind are strong, but this was unusual. Jumping down, she strode away with an aplomb that was remarkable as much as it seemed mistaken. My captors, dumbfounded at first, recovered their wits and made a move to erase their losses.