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“And you?” the drider said, his voice gravel and disdain. “What are you?” There was the briefest hesitation as his many eyes regarded Phaere, then dropped to the lyre that was still clutched in her hands.
“…aside from a dark minstrel." Astarion noticed how Phaere’s shoulders tensed at the term. “One who truly appreciates the beauty of the lyre.”
Astarion heard her take a breath, but before she could speak, he watched as she practically folded in on herself, the tell-tale sign that her mind and parasite had connected with the drider’s.
Then the connection broke, and Phaere stumbled forward. Astarion and Karlach both moved simultaneously, stepping forward to catch Phaere by her arms as her legs gave way and her lyre clattered to the ground.
“Are you alright, darling?” Astarion asked in a hushed whisper. He could hear her heartbeat this close, a quick and steady thud-thud-thud of… something like fear? “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Phaere lifted her head and audibly swallowed.
“…Rylbros?”
Or: A formerly lolth-sworn Drow bard comes face to face with her past. And she must make a choice.
Series
- Part 2 of The Dark Minstrel