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Psions paced nervously around Eleni's office while the raven-haired halfling packed her bags. "Stop pacing! You're starting to make ME nervous." She tossed a small pillow at the fidgeting wizard. With a heavy sigh, Psions clutched the pillow to his chest and fell onto the couch. "I can't help it." His voice was full of worry, depression trying to pull him down again. "It's been nine days, Eleni. NINE DAYS! And she's sick! This isn't good. This can't be good. What if she was caught by her matron? What if she's being tortured!?" "She's not dead, Psions. I know that for sure." The woman's voice was calm and collected as she tied up the last pack of supplies and turned to her companion. "We'll try to make this a quick excursion. I'll keep quiet post outside Underdark, watch those passing in and out and listen for any mention of her name. Do you maybe have some spell to help me understand Drow better? I know a little, but not enough." The wizard nodded slightly as Eleni continued. "You sneak in and out as quickly as you can. I don't want you getting hurt." The halfling woman slung one pack over her left shoulder and handed the other to her tall friend. Psions' expression had grown serious and determined, while Eleni kept her calm, detached demeanor. This trip, dangerous though it may be, would give Eleni time to consider her life without dealing with its stresses for a few days. For her friend, however, the mission was far more important. As they began their journey toward the drow homeland, Psions stared ahead with fierce determination, whispering quietly, "We WILL find you, Edea, my love."