The awkward silence in the courtyard was almost palpable. To say the drow had been surprised at the Selûnite catching him trying to sneak out of the city would be an understatement. Out of all the things she could do, spotting him in his most natural element was the last thing he'd expected. Yet she'd summoned to bear heatless flames that surrounded his body – a power he, too, commanded due to his heritage, and so he knew not to fear them - and thereby turned him into a walking lantern, effectively ruining his plan to escape. Now he stood there, outlined by faerie fire and the light of the waning moon, with Hulda facing him down.
"What do you want?" Rhyl'lyn asked, his tone more harsh than he intended to. Hulda's lower lip trembled and a sad look came to her eyes, making him feel a small portion of regret otherwise uncharacteristic to him. "I'm fully healed, and now I'm leaving so I won't be a burden to you with the city watch." He paused slightly before continuing. "