The tender embrace between Lassim and Sanvra, a reunion marked by weeks of separation and the warmth of familiar affection, was abruptly cut short by a pointed cough.
Lassim's grandmother, her eyebrow arched in a manner that spoke volumes, fixed her gaze on the pair. "And who might this lady be?" she inquired, her voice tinged with a mischievous curiosity as Lassim's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson.
Lassim cleared his throat, stepping slightly away from Sanvra as he addressed his grandmother's inquiry. "This is Sanvra, a close friend and... a leader among the Drow. We've been through a lot together in the realm I was in," he explained, his words careful and measured.
