"Wow, who's that? He looks so fierce and scary."
Lady Charlotte stood with her hands behind her back, watching the black-armored giant raging in the distance with childlike curiosity. Her golden eyes blinked, and she held Karsus's Magic Box in her hands. The Divine Soul Sorcerer, whose veins carried the Ancient Sun God's blood, offered an excited comparison: "Alice, Alice, look at him! He looks like a born loser~"
Unlike Lady Charlotte, who wore her usual crimson court archmage uniform, with a pleated skirt, dark brown tights, and little leather boots, Alusair had made extensive preparations for this visit to Lolth's Refuge. She wore crimson half-plate of serpent-patterned steel beneath a purple-and-gold dragon-patterned cloak. Fine, densely packed layers of scale armor spread down from her dragon-shaped belt, covering her knees, while her gem-studded, mithral-inlaid boots bore Aaron's Golden Law emblem.
Cormyr's Dragon Crown held her brilliant silver hair coiled behind her head into ram's-horn curls, leaving only two locks hanging beside her ears.
"Charlotte, this isn't a place for jokes." Alusair clearly wasn't in the mood for humor. Her Majesty said irritably, "That doesn't look like something easy to deal with."
"And we can't fight at full strength in this environment either." Eleanor sighed. Honestly, she really disliked this place.
Everything around them was perpetually dark, filled with spiders, chaos, randomness, conflict, and slaughter.
As a neutral good cleric of Selûne, Eleanor's power was undoubtedly severely suppressed within Lolth's Refuge.
But she had to come.
Because Zariel had entered as well.
Before she knew it, seven years had passed since Selûne assigned her to Aaron as his "watcher." Eleanor, who regarded her duties to Selûne as her foremost purpose in life, realized that Aaron had changed her life.
Eleanor had wanted very little before. She knew the limits of her