Walking through the streets of Naerlan is nothing new for this Drow. Little has changed, mostly the same shops scattered about the city, perhaps a new face behind a counter or a new paint job on the outside.
In search of some more of his kind he makes his way to the Temple Altar where he has been many times. Upon entering he sees a familiar face and gives the slightest of nods in its direction. Homanu returns the gesture as Oura wonders if the man will ever die.
Taking what was once his usual haunting spot in the corner, Oura kneels down upon the floor and sits back on his heels watching the door. He knows this building was once the central gathering place for the city, and if more shadows were to be found surely they would pass through here.
After watching the door for a few hours a regal looking Drow woman enters the room. On instinct Oura quickly jumps to his feet and offers a bow that the woman returns with a curtsey.
"Hello follower of Jirah" she states.
Slightly confused, Oura takes a closer look at the woman. "I am Oura, Sargtlin d'lil Charnag."
"Greetings, I am Lady Vaeaea..." the woman states.
Oura interrupts "Why would such a noble being bare the mark of the peaceful wanderer?...."
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After a few hours of conversation, with Lady Vaeaea, Oura realizes that he has neglected his visits to the Task Master and takes her hand in his.
"I have neglected the task master and must depart."
Looking down at Vaeaea's hand, "If I may?" asks Oura.
Looking slightly nervous and confused Vaeaea offers a slight nod.
Oura places a soft kiss on the back of Vaeaea's hand, and states "Until our paths cross again Madam."
Tossing his cloak over his shoulders, Oura quickly exits the Temple Altar softly saying to himself. "What an intriguing Creature."
