Overseas Islands. Port Nyanzaru.
Port Nyanzaru was a little livelier than usual today. Many of its residents had gathered near the Central Square and were curiously watching the center of the plaza. A group of duergar stood huddled together there. They looked ragged, dressed mostly in animal hides, with disheveled hair and long beards that made them look like wild men. A squad of drow instructors stood around the square, watching them with cold expressions. Not far away, temple priests seemed to be discussing how to settle the duergar.
Having suddenly arrived in an unfamiliar place, the duergar looked rather uneasy.
There were not many of them, only around two or three hundred, and a crowd of Port Nyanzaru residents was watching them. Although they had spotted fellow natives of the Underdark among the drow, the duergar still looked nervous. The residents of Port Nyanzaru had seen quite a lot, but their natural curiosity and fondness for gathering to watch a spectacle had hardly changed. For many, this was their first time seeing duergar. Perhaps their confidence as citizens of Port Nyanzaru was the reason they showed no fear of this supposedly evil race, instead looking on with open curiosity.
According to the legends, drow were far more evil than duergar.
Yet weren't they well behaved in Port Nyanzaru, thoroughly tamed by Lord Soren and getting along quite well with the other races?
Supposedly.
One of the drow instructors had even fallen in love with an innocent half-elf girl, and their relationship had received the blessing of the Grand Temple's bishop.
This was Port Nyanzaru.
It was unlike any other city on the Material Plane!
"All right!"
The cold-faced drow instructor approached the duergar and said gravely, "Her Excellency the High Priest has arranged your accommodations!"
"From this moment on,