Nastya and Viconia were already waiting in the crowd. The sight of two people dressed as a Sun Elf and a Drow traveling together astonished those around them. Weren't Sun Elves and Drow mortal enemies?
Of course, some might point out that good Drow who worshiped Eilistraee existed. But compared with the tiny proportion who followed Eilistraee, the vast majority still spread slaughter and terror in Lolth's name.
Fortunately, Amn was a commercial empire with no state religion, and every faith was permitted. Within its official council system, the policy toward religion and race was "do no harm." As long as people did not openly commit bloodshed, the authorities ignored their beliefs. They could worship whatever they liked, provided they hurt no one else.
Amn was also one of the few nations in the Realms that permitted the open worship of Cyric.
"Aaron, over here!" Nastya waved vigorously at him. Today, the Dark Elf Sister wore a bewitching, castle-style pure-black cashmere minidress beneath a black bearskin coat. Its hem was very short, and her long silver hair was swept into a high bun at the back of her head. Strings of black pearls and colorful gems adorned the black long-sleeved dress, whose fabric looked silky and expensive. Her full, rounded breasts stretched the neckline, threatening to spill out beneath the falling snow, while the tight, hip-hugging skirt wrapped snugly around her pert, rounded backside.
Beneath the dress, her long, seductive legs were encased in black aurora tights. Through the black fabric, her pale skin revealed a hazy, starry beauty, like pinpricks of light from the Milky Way shimmering in the dark void. At her knees in particular, the thin black tights stretched almost transparent.
The view of her stocking-clad legs ended abruptly there. A pair of knee-high black leather boots