To be honest, Nightingale cared nothing for families, and even less for any goddess—
Every follower of Lolth came to hate their faith before being twisted into a drider.
After all, no one on the verge of being sacrificed would hope that Lolth might grant them even a shred of mercy, sparing them pain and death.
It was already merciful of that chaotic, treacherous goddess not to stab you again while savoring your agony. In practice, she often did just that.
So Nightingale could find pleasure in pain, provided that pain was not the same as despair:
"You can force yourself on me. I'd be quite happy to take my clothes off. But you can't force me to die—I don't want to save some family. There's nothing in it for me."
In fact, if Nightingale truly refused to cooperate, forcing her to accompany them to Lightless City would probably only lead to trouble along the way.
So Tang tried coaxing her. "What if I only wanted you to show us the way?"
"The underground world doesn't change once in several centuries. That idiot knows the way too."
"He won't do. He's a man. He might have to submit to questioning just to enter Lightless City—there's no telling what rights we'd have if we followed him."
"I'm fucking standing right here." Night Wind objected to their disparaging him to his face.
"I won't do either." Nightingale shook her head. "Back when Lightless City was ruled by the Kling Family, I benefited from it too. If I openly escort you into the city, someone is bound to recognize me." "What about sneaking in?"
"Under the noses of a bunch of Drow Shadowblades? You have no idea which corners of the city they might be hiding in!"
Seeing that Tang would not let