'You are to report to the drow headleader and take your place as a dark elf in Aglarond.'
I sent the owl back, 'I am not a dark elf. I do not worship Lloth.'
I did go as commanded as a member of the elf pack and leader (not to mention the only moon elf) in Aglarond. The caves were very dark my eyes are not developed to see underground as the drow. I walked through the crowd of drow that stared at me wondering what I was doing there. I was wondering that myself.
But it was set and done, I am now a member of the dark elf colony in Aglarond.
My race is Moon Elf, sometimes called Night Elves or Ithill Nénharma (Moon Worshipper). We embrace the celestial night and worship Ithill the Moon Goddess who goes by many other names. Beyond knowing my race I know little more, I was raised among humans.
My father would be startled to know I am aligned with the drow. But it cannot be helped after all the lands are not mine. So I wandered the dark caverns without worry of attack of the spider worshippers. They do not like me and I have no opinion of them. This will be an interesting alliance I am certain.
The caves are quite interesting, I went to inspect a large crystal and heard the creepy sound of children laughing. Needless to say I did not stick around long.
Castles are simply not built for eight foot elves. I had to resort to magic to get up to the second floor.
Here I am getting stuck again.
The view was worth the frustration.
The fey have interesting houses, I took a piece myself to save for dinner.