+2 Disaster Siblings

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It's post-dusk in the Nexus, but it's not a particularly foreboding night. It's one of those too-humid summer nights where the sky looks deep blue and the lamplight looks orange, and you can't hear yourself think for the sounds of crickets and cicadas, and you think you might just go to bed early, but then you realize it doesn't get dark until nine in the evening so you're already up late.

Two dark figures with pale, shimmery hair are wandering down the main thoroughfare. One, shorter (much shorter) and curvier, is chattering alongside the song of bugs and nightingales:

"...and that's a really good reason not to become a mindflayer if you ask me. Especially for you. You'd never be happy just eating one thing."

The larger of the pair is just following indulgently for the moment, but there's a definite hint they're both prowling. Or maybe they just always look like they're prowling, because drow.

"So I think anywhere that has lights on and will take our gold is probably worth trying, anyway. Hells, anything but more wine. I'm never gonna touch rosymorn red again. It's always going to smell like fried kobold to me. What do you want to--hey!"

That 'hey' may be slightly intimidating, despite the little she-drow's size. It's a very enthusiastic greeting directed at whoever is approaching. "Hey! Where's the best place to eat here? My brother's gonna starve if I don't get him something sugary, stat."

Neither of them is going to starve, but her puppy eyes are moderately convincing at least?

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