Heathen Prayers

In a dark forgotten corner of house Dabel'Kith, the slave Shula kneels down with a plank of wood, setting the end of her finger alight with magic, she starts to make a wood burning. Slowly burning in a broken arrow over a teardrop, with unique elaborate elven designs surrounding it.

Under her breath she murmurs...

"Protect me from the agents of Lolth oh lord, they close around me, trying to destroy not only my body, but my mind. I can only hold myself for so long, I will try my lord, but eventually, I will need aid."