The Sage's Study

Those of us that study great tomes and books that have long been forgotten to the dust of age are often thought of as locked in libraries and ancient crypts, but my first moment to study history and culture since I left Yllvalion so long ago is under the light of an odd gem, my teacher a Drow who's hands are better suited for fighting than for teaching and writing. The banging of hammers and tools against wood and stone echo, leaving very little room in my own mind for the words that I must remember, but remember them I must, for this study could actually be one of the most important of my life.
 
Twelve of us entered into the Underdark, but only three of us really knew what awaited us. Those three knew more still about the denizens of this place and their lives and cultures that follow paths and patterns that were a far echo from those of the surface. But now after some time, we wish to journey outside of our secluded cavern, to meet those that rule in ways that are nothing like the Elves above. We wish to enter the domain of the Drow, and our numbers quickly diminish when counting those that are equipped to make such a trip.
 
Miz by far knows the most about them, having lived her entire life in a Drow city until fairly recently. But her family name carries a shadow that we don't wish to let others know of. Her fear of her mother's influence stretching this fair and dragging her home is very close to a reality, and while she would be the best choice, Reinys knows that it can't be done. Smaug and Khalsinn are not truly part of the Drow, although they do know a great deal about them. It seemed better the more that we learned about the Matron Feldara, that a scholar was in order, one without the blatant religious ties that come from the life of a paladin.
 
So here we sit, Miz telling and teaching about a society much different from that I knew in Yllvalion. Of matrons and women, of third sons and nobility that seemed almost a joke as she spoke of it, but the truth was in her eyes as she spoke of ways that she believed out-dated and out-moded. But none of that mattered. We were heading towards the Drow, and of the Drow I must know.