A Public Oration

A group of people, common people, were listening to Quath'sil in the square in front of the Yath building. The drow priestess was speaking in a loud voice and one of her slaves were handing out books to the listeners. The books can be found in the camp if one is interested.

"Oh and we are simply to believe these inexperienced, these lazy...these children at play, will simply go and conquer our cities back? NO! Haven't we seen enough? Haven't we seen enough of their unholy atrocities? Are you so simple and unfaithful to simply forget how their kind insulted the holy female form? Are we supposed to turn a blind eye to the rape of a female? Or forcing a bright wizard to test a drink to see if it's poisoned when their rothe are present? To waste the blood and life of a proper drow! Can you imagine a more terrible sacrilige? How long, O traitors, will you abuse our patience? And for how long will that madness of yours mock us? To what end will your unbridled audacity hurl itself?"

After her speech she casted a blessing spell on the listeners, "Put your faith in your Goddess! For She and I will protect you and our ways!"

For a time she listened to the commoners and continued handing them some books and scrolls and then she retreated to rest.

*Some time later Myr'xae Dabel'kith would pick up a copy of the book and look at it blankly, then flash with anger.* "The Malla Yath is right! How dare these rothen rape a jalil and naut taste for poison! *growls in anger and whips a rothe randomly, then smashes its face in with a spoon and throws it off the bridge* "That will teach them... Tsk." *Dusts off her hands and heads back to camp.*