However, ever since Batana gave her that bottle of "conquest potion," she no longer "tutored" her. Zilvra found this change strange but had no complaints. In her view, the current situation better suited her desires. As long as she sat here, posed in meditation before the statue, she didn't have to bother with the family's annoying matters.
"When can I leave this cold cage?" Zilvra's thoughts had long flown beyond the First Family, beyond the Dark Elf City, beyond the Underdark. What she thought of now were the scenes she saw when executing the massacre missions on the surface.