Drows weren't supposed to wonder outside. It hurt their eyes, and it wasn't becoming of a proper Dark Elf to be seen amongst the common low lives that wondered above the sun, bathed in the harsh light of the giant star they called 'Sun'. But Keturah was not what people would call a traditional Drow. Oh sure, she fourgh, acted, and prayed just like any other. But she also loved, cared, and though only for the better of her colony, rather then the betterment of herself, like many other ladies of her breed. In the end, when she was seen riding her large lizard like a horse into the back streets of a small neutral town called Boreh, people looked up to her with a grimace of what might be fear, might be shock, but definitly confusion.

Dressed in a solemn looking dark grey cloak, she seemed to be a deathly pressence. And the long spear that was strapped to her steads side did not seem to help the awkwardness in the air that was called by her being here, out in the open. Never the less, she was here, mostly for supplies rather then anything else. No matter what the Drow tradition was, they could not live forever underneath those godforsaken caves without fresh supplies, or, well, she couldn't anyway. There was so much of the world out there that was left unexplored because of the war between the Light and Dark Elves. And now, the treaty was being signed, a glorious moment for all those that had spent their life striving for it, struggling day-to-day for salvation. It was a great day for her. Malachi, her beloved Madai, was coming home.

It was also one of the main reasons she was here. Just beyond the pass between Boreh and AshGard was one of the many post of Drow kind. There was the front line, the border between Light and Dark, Styreians and Drow. In the Valley AshGard lay the beautiful, but also extremely dangerous Levis lake, the boundary and the marking point of Light Elf country. Today, most of the woman and men march back to the cave,most of them going via the vaste cave system that lead underground to their city, but some of them decoying their way through Boreh to give the Light Elves something to look at and to hide the cave entrance in the pass. Madai was one of the unfortunate that had been chosen to walk back. Mostly because he was a male. But also because he was a natural killer.

She was to wait here, collecting supplies for herself and her lover's new cave-home, and join the march. Sadly, though, it would mean that she would be come into contact with more then just Drows.