Allissa

The drow do not have a front door.

What they have is a crack in a hillside that you would walk past a hundred times, and a staircase going down inside it that somebody cut a very long time ago. Finn found it without slowing down. He has been here before and he did not say when.

“Rules,” he said at the top of the stairs. “Do not offer anything. Do not promise anything. Do not thank anyone.”

“Don’t thank them?”

“Thanks is an admission of debt. They are tricky like ...