You asked where you could find the Drow. The man of Loviatar asked you to narrow it down. You asked him where you could find the attractive Drow Lady. The man said that she was located down a path to the right of the main chamber and that she had many Goblins with her at all times. She is the strategist for the Goblin forces.
"What's her name?"
"Minthara." He says.
"Why does that sound familiar?" You stare at him somewhat blankly.
The priest blinks, looks back at you for a moment, then looks around before pointing to himself while leaning forward subtly in confusion.
"Are- Are you asking me? I don't know." You continue to stare with glassy rabbit eyes until he makes a face and a suggestion.
"Maybe you should... Go see her for yourself?"
"Yes!" You turned on your heel and left in the direction he stated. On the way, you took a wrong turn and poked your head into a chamber that looked like a dungeon. The moment you heard the sound of a bear mauling someone and Goblin children dying you wanted to check it out, but you used all of your willpower to shut the door. There were more pressing matters at hand. You backtrack and find the correct path. A small map room behind a fissure in the floor that was only traversable because of a plank that had been placed down. There are carpets and bookshelves placed, as if someone intended to make the place homey; for an abandoned castle, at least.
Standing behind a stone table moving figures around a map and barking orders to her Goblin underlings you see her. Minthara. A mature Drow woman with skin the tone of blue ash. Her hair is silver, not exactly pure white like yours. She wears an attractive set of black leather armour that hugs her figure and tells her everything you need to know. She looks up as you walk around the corner, performs a double take then takes a full step back.
"Oh no..."
"Hm?" You cock your head to one side like a curious animal.
"No... Get away!" She shouts while waving her hand wildly for you to leave her alone. You of course begin to walk closer with a wide smile and your malicious red eyes wide, centering on her as an oddity. Mostly for the way she is acting.
Your mouth opens, revealing sharp, pearl white teeth. From within your smile that is terrifying to her for some reason you utter her name with an unintentional tint of longing and amusement.
"Minthara." As you get too close and she fully backs herself up against the wall, Minthara shudders. Her eyes roll back in her skull and she begins to seize while foaming at the mouth. The woman falls into a lump on the ground. Not dead, but also not in a great position.
"Hm?" You slide down to your knees, pulling her head into your lap so that she does not hit it. You smile gently, pushing the side of your palm between her teeth so that she is not at risk of biting her own tongue. You stroke her hair with clueless affection and remark.
"I bet we were good friends!"
When she finally stops seizing and instead drifts into an exhausted unconsciousness you hum to yourself as you move to her side, beginning to remove her armour and clothing cheerfully. You hear footsteps behind you but you do not react to them. You hear Shadowheart's voice before you see her.
"Why are you removing that Drow's clothes?" You turn to acknowledge her and the rest of the party. They are covered in blood. Your shoulders slump, suddenly wishing you had joined them. Shadowheart claps once.
"Ah! Is it a disguise? You're already kind of unassailable here. I suppose you can pass as that one with a bit of makeup since your hair is similar."
You smile. "That's a good idea. I hadn't thought of it. The only problem is, I can't make my skin look old and matted and I can't add the weariness of many painful years passed to my soft skin."
Shadowheart laughs humorlessly. "I feel infuriated for her. I can't believe you just said that. What's more frustrating is the fact that you could somehow say such a rude thing with no ill intent. " She stops.
"Also, wait... If you hadn't thought of that then why are you removing her clothes and armour?"
You were halfway through unclasping the torso-piece when Shadowheart asked that. Your hands were moving on their own, as if practised in such a thing.
"I am not sure." You admit coyly with a cute smirk. Shadowheart squints at you in disbelief.
"Is that appropriate, Dove?" Karlach asks.
"Probably not." You admit, reluctantly reclasping the armour.
Karlach lifts a brow and crosses her arms. "No, I was asking. Maybe she's a murderer or something."
Astarion hides his smile with his hand as he chides. "Oh, yes. I don't know what I would do if we had a 'murderer' in our midst."
You wink at Asterion visibly, causing Shadowheart to visibly twitch in one eye. You look down at the unconscious form of Minthara.
"I don't know. It seems like she passed out, foamed at the mouth and started seizing at the sight of me."
"Are you sure you didn't poison her without realising?" Asterion asks.
You look down in thought, tapping your chin "That IS a possibility."
"WHAT?" Shadowheart stares you down.
"How MUCH of a possibility is it? Should we be worried?"
"Not at all, hee hee." You say sweetly, noticing the Elf stir.
"She's waking up!" You say giddily.
