Drow Encampment

As the flickering lights of the encampnent come into view small huts of almost elven design come into view. Strung across these huts are intricate designs of webbing and spiders of all sizes ranging from the palm of your hand to some the size of a dwarf skitter take pause and stare in your direction. The smell of mold and moss flow across your nostrils as the sounds of chittering bounce off the stone columns there. There is a faint odor that seems to permeate from the typical smells of the underdark...the smell of flowers, a sweet perfume dances across your senses.