"What are you doing here?" Minos asked the cloaked figure.
"Looking for you." The figure stepped closer, pulling down the hood of her cloak. She was a drow, tall and lanky, with a skin that glowed like an amethyst under the sunlight, and long wavy hair dyed a dark brown.
"And how did you find me?" asked Minos again.
"You really have a knack for asking the stupid questions..." the drow mocked.
"Smart men ask stupid questions."
"Said who?"
"Read it in a book, some philosopher. He said people of great intelligence know that they don't know everything, hence they won't shy away from asking questions, even those that others might deem, stupid"
"Kind of ironic, coming from you."
"As if you were surprised."
The female drow slowly stepped
