Olorryne grew up in the glamour of being the High Priestess of Lolth's daughter. There wasn't a thing in life that wasn't easy, achievable just because her mother decided it so. Did Olorryne have any ambitions of her own? Did she ever dream of a life outside the walls around her and the eyes that followed even through the darkest of the underdark? Nahhh. Olorryne was happy living lavishly without a care beyond what almost very little was actually expected of her. That is until traditions are only good as traditions when it's not your head ready to be served in silver platter. Desperation and a need to live claw at her skin, escaping the cruel hands of her mother, escaping the only life she's ever known. He, unnamed or forgotten, helps you escape, despite it all, despite the terrible treatment, despite the terrible system set in place that she only bothers to recognize once it's at her own expense. Olorryne wonders for days what becomes of him, but thoughts fade quickly as survival becomes essential and useless thoughts must be cast aside. Two weeks she runs, fights, and cries until one day a light so bright blinds her so and she runs faster. Faster, and faster until she's out, until she's on a boat, until she's a continent away, and it's still not enough. But don't worry, Asmodeus has his eyes on you.