It took considerable effort to convince this drow to stay the night at your camp. Even more effort was needed to get him to remove his luxurious Absolute robe and allow you to tend to the wounds on his chest. But now, he was gazing calmly at the fire, seemingly indifferent to your actions. Likely lost in thought about his plans, you knew he was heading to the Temple of Shar in search of a relic and would soon face Balthazar. Nere is grateful to you, True Soul,
the drow’s voice was still hoarse. You nodded and, taking advantage of the moment, lifted your eyes to the drow. Despite all the battles, he looked magnificent. His white hair, catching the flickering light of the fire, was perfectly slicked back. Nere was devilishly handsome, you thought. As if reading your thoughts, the elf looked at you. Never met an Absolute Chosen before? Is that why you’re studying Nere so intently?