Smeagol and the Drow

Smeagol Shade hid in the darkest corner of the cavern leading to the entrance to the Underdark. He watched the Drow pacing at the entrance way and dropping to all fours slowly crept closer to hear the mutterings of what appeared to be an angry Drow.

Smeagol Watching and Listening

Ilmryn Xyltyn licked his tongue over his teeth and let out a low guttural growl. He clasped his dagger tight in one hand and what appeared to be a small collar in the other, "What is this monstrosity?" he mumbled a bit too loudly, unaware Smeagol was hiding, listening to his every word.

Ilmryn Xyltyn: Slowly he sheathed his dagger and began to pace about the portico, one hand holding the collar, the other fingering it curiously. Then he raised a brow and if one did not know they would imagine a bit of a smirk creeping along the lines of his lip. "The collar!" he exclaimed. This is the thing I heard the Unseelie and the Drowess talking about."

Ilmryn, the Drow

Smeagol Shade's eyes widen as he listened to the Drow. He holds Fish out in front of him, "Did us hear that? Does us think it is the collar we heards about in the town?" And he imagined a slight nod from Fish and grinned, "Us must go find the Druid lady that helped us and tell her we knows where the collar is." he said with a bit of certainty though it was very unlike him to wander far from his ruins and certainly not where people gathered.

Smeagol Shade: In his lifetime, he had experienced extreme cruelty from another.... until he managed to escape. It was Fish who had led the way out or so Smeagol thought. For forever, he was alone and a slave to another Drow. Then he met Fish in one of the murky ponds hidden away in the Underdark and they became fast friends.

Smeagol Shade hunkered down lower on all fours much like an animal and crept closer, "If Us could find out where the Drow man keeps the collar, us could tell the Druid Lady."

Ilmryn Xyltyn: "What an untimely disappearance the Drowess made," he muttered. "But maybe, just maybe, this can be used to advantage," he said with a snarl, stuffing the collar into his belt. Then he turned and headed back into the Underdark. Little did he know, Smeagol crept behind him, taking in the Drow's every movement.