Gloved hand pocketed the jewel, it's shine growing dim in folds of her cloak until it did not disappear.
"I will share my findings. But you know, Deel'nathraeel? My guess is Derl's ambition was tame compared to what his friends aim for. Whatever that is."
Blue eyes looked at half-full cup of tea with lingering frown. Quickly grabbing it and putting to the lips, drow swallowed until there was nothing left except for empty cup satisfied grin.
"Meh, I am overthinking it."
And so she went on her way, unable to dismiss trepidation with earlier mirth. It felt like part of her home was with her, in her fingers. Something that was worth dying for.
A Book Full Of Riddles...
