Her chest clenched in alarm as she saw that familar look in Calenthang's eyes. Her ranger father often had that look whenever he spoke of the drow, a race he detested. Once, that hatred had almost destroyed him in body and soul.
Only her mother had been able to bring him back from ruin and even then, she had help from both Teleri and a priest of Eilistraee. The months of healing both spiritual and physical nearly tore the family apart, but when it was over, they had emerged stronger for it. In fact, her father had converted from nature worship to serving Eilistraee.
Teleri jerked out of her memory, sighing. Not even my mother could forsee the path I have taken. And she is one of the best of Selune's oracles. She looked down at the mithril sword. My brothers would laugh themselves silly if they found out about you.