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Today was not a good one for Xull'rae. Priestly duties were a chore when complying to be a Lolthite. She was not a priestess of stature, but she was one, and the youngest in the entire temple. She knew she had talent and so did all the others; it was why she could and did survive daily. Weak she was now, but strong she would one day become.
This though did not lighten her mood for long. The teasing and abuse today were too heavy.
True, she impaled the bitch that dared to say she was uglier and stumpier than a Duergar. It certainly made the others quiet when she cracked the woman's backbone before sticking the dagger right through her mouth, making it go through the back of her neck.
Yes there were witnesses, but none dared speak against Xull'rae after the killing. Besides she had nothing to greatly fear, the wench back slapped her first and tried to strangle her after Xull'rae had confronted her on the poison in her wine. It was self defense rea