(Sorry again for the delay >.< finals week coming up and all, but I'll try to be quicker with my responses)
Lochar frowned when the whispers of the trap reached him. It would seem that their short reprieve was over; most of the warriors were gearing up to move again, and the majority of the priestesses had started either casting protective spells....on themselves first, of course....or praying to their dark goddess. Lochar rose from his rock seat, adjusted the rapier at his side, and approached the priestess of house Drizfryn.
"Perhaps this is not so....wise an idea," he said to her, not bothering to whisper or use their race's famous sign language. "I'm not saying we turn back, but perhaps there is a smarter wa-"
"Coward!" his priestess hissed in the silkly Undercommon language. "The Weaver of Webs, the great lady, has placed this challenge before us! A test of our faith, and our reward shall be the chance to slaughter those who displease her!" The priestess stepped closer to Lochar, their cheeks touching. The young male Drow shuddered with memories of the recent abuses inflicted by her, but he knew it would be worse for him if he recoiled. "You do not wish to....displease....the almighty Lloth, do you?"
Lochar closed his eyes and was silent a moment....only for a moment....before whispering no. He and the priestess commanding him were cousins, raised side-by-side; she was actually a true noble of their house, and he had only been annexed into house Drizfryn proper because of his talent as a soldier. For the entirety of their childhood in the Academy, he and his cousin had looked out for each other and helped each other.
But time and culture had a way of changing Drow, especially the female ones. His favorite cousin was now openly hostile to him, and in recent years had inflicted multiple abuses....many of them, sexual....upon Lochar. She revealed in his disgust at her, laughed at his yearning for the cousin he'd loved and lost to their people's ways. And when their matron had given her reign to command him on this mission....
....well, Lochar certainly hoped that an enemy's blade might pierce her dark heart before the day was done.