Mother told me I'm not old enough to go adventuring on my own yet, but I'm sick of waiting! There's all sorts of badness out there in the world, and I want to be involved! That is... not involved in the badness, but involved in combatting the badness. So, I've started running errands around the city - helping people out in little ways. Maybe if I do well Mother will let me go slaughter some of those horrible, vicious goblins and orcs outside of Hlint. Of course, I'll start doing that eventually anyway, but I'd really rather have Mother's approval. It's just a whole lot neater that way.
So, I started hanging out with the adventurers. My goodness but they're a sinister bunch! A lot of them wear hoods, so you can't tell what they're looking at. And you can't see their faces. They could all be Drow or... or Tieflings! And I'd never know! So I'm being very careful about them. I've had a few spells cast on me, and one man gave me a couple of potions. So far I've noticed no ill effects from these things... but I remember who cast, and who gave. If anything happens to me, Mother will be told and I'm sure she will NOT be pleased.
One of the aforementioned hooded characters followed me into the sewers. He was the one that gave me the potions. Eghaas. He's an elf, and he showed me his face - he's no Drow. And he has a pixie familiar named Twinklebell. I was a bit rude to them at first. But then Twinklebell asked why I was being mean to her, and I stopped to think about it. I realised that I had no reason to be suspicious of them, and I should have been more polite. Well... no reason aside from Eghaas following me into the sewer, but that seemed to have been because he was concerned about me. So I started being nicer.
Not that I won't be suspicious of them... but they don't have to know.
