Hileastas Longspear finds Saedellas sitting in the private room with the rest of the party shortly after the midnight hour. He leads a female gold elf into the room. She has black hair and golden eyes, and is dressed in a subdued green dress. Hileastas speaks, “Saedellas, may I do the honors of presenting Qualis Harrim?” She holds both hands out, palms up, and bows to Saedellas in elven greeting.
Saedellas stand and repeats her greeting. “Well met my lady. I am pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Saedallas Nightstar, Feywarden of Corellon. Please have a seat.” The young female elf takes a seat beside the elven priest.
Saedellas begins speaking. "I am still new to the city and have yet to meet many people,” he says. “ I was recently invited to a party and would need a date to accompany me. I would be most honored to escort you to the Hawkwinter Annual Costume Ball and hopefully we can get to know each other better. Might I pour you something to drink?”
Qualis smiles. She says, “I will have a moonwine, thank you.” She takes drink before continuing. “Feywarden Saedellas, I am a leather worker who makes decorative belts and sword scabbards. I have lived most of my life in Neverwinter. I came to Waterdeep only four years ago and I have never attended any such event. I am just a simple leather worker. I am afraid I know little of the costume balls that Waterdeep noble families hold. I would not wish to ruin your standing amongst such important people as the Hawkwinters and their guests.”
“Qualis, there is nothing simple or common in the creation of such treasures,” the priest replies. “It is a hobby of my own and Corellon smiles upon those who are true experts in their craft. As for the party itself, I will tell you that you will not be the only one attending such an affair for the first time,” Saedellas says. He gives her a warm smile. “Affairs of the courts have never been my calling.”
“If you are sure that you truly wish for me to accompany you to this costume ball, I will be honored to attend the fete as your escort. Perhaps…I could go as a dryad, since Hileastas says you will be a going as a tree shepherd of the forest,” Qualis answers.
Silvaris excuses himself, gets up from the table and walks back out to the taproom of the Elfstone Tavern. Silvaris Winterheart approaches the dark haired woman who was watching him earlier. She is sitting with a female moon elf and they are drinking moonwine. The human smiles and says in elven, “You owe me the gemstone, Olaie.” The moon elf slides a large green amethyst across the table to the woman. The dark-haired woman picks the stone up and drops it into her cleavage.
She pats a chair beside her and smiles at Silvaris in a seductive look. "It’s nice to meet with you, Silvaris of Silverymoon. I’ve been following your activity ever since you made your first descent into the well at the Yawning Portal. I am Terleeza and this is Olaie. We are members of the Huntresses.”
“Well met, ladies,” says Silvaris. “Terleeza, you flatter me that someone as lovely as you should take interest in me. May I buy a round for the table?” He motions for the server. Silvaris quizzes the ladies. “So you won the bet? That’s why she owed you the green gemstone right? Well shouldn’t I get a cut since it was most likely about me?” Everyone at the table laughs. “Oh, he is full of bravado, Terleeza. We are drinking moonwine,” says Olaie the female moon elf to the elven rogue now sitting across from her.
Terleeza smiles a wicked smile, “Oh Silvaris, I bet you say that to all the pretty ladies you meet. My friend didn’t think you would come over and join us. I told her that my pillows attract many a man or elf.” She playfully squeezes her bosom before sliding closer to the thief. She places the gemstone in his palm. Terleeza says, “Consider it my gift to you.”
Silvaris looks at the gem in him hand and then asks “Well now, you have me at a disadvantage here. You know about me, but I know little of you. What say you tell me a little about yourself Terleeza?”
“Oh, you must be teasing?” Terleeza looks at Silvaris questioningly. “The Huntresses. You’ve never heard of us? A female adventuring band formed of elf-kind and humans? We are one of the most experienced group of delvers into Halaster’s Halls. We have entered Undermountain sixty-eight times in the past two years.” Terleeza takes a drink of her moonwine. “Olaie and I share unique skills, we are our groups eyes and ears and its most nimble members. So, are you impressed yet?”
Silvaris looks at Terleeza. He says, “I am sorry, but no, I have not heard of you. I have only been in Waterdeep a short time and my knowledge is still a bit limited. Tell me of your group.”
“You MUST get out more often!” Terleeza exclaims. “But, we can discuss our careers another time. I am more interested in having fun tonight. Are you fun, Silvaris?” she asks while winking at him.
The male rogue retorts. “Why, I’m more fun than you can stand. Why don’t we finish off these drinks and have a dance or two then head back to my place. Oh, and since you like fun so much, would you like to accompany me to the Hawkwinter ball? I shall be going as a wolf, my huntress.”
“Dancing? Terleeza asks. “If that is what you want, I’m afraid we’d need to go to a festhall. The Elfstone is a tavern. Now, I actually like your other idea better. Why don’t we get us something to drink, to take with us for the rest of the night? Now, if you are really fun as I think, I would be happy to join you at your Hawkwinter fete.”
Silvaris smiles broadly and stands offering his hand to the young woman. Terleeza says goodbye to Olaie and the two of them depart the Elfstone with a bottle of moonwine. They walk back to the North Ward arm in arm. Silvaris leads her to a large four story stone manor house and shows her inside. She asks, “Whose home is this, Silvaris? Are you sure you didn’t just lift a key from a drunken moneylender to impress me, hmm?” She laughs.
Silvaris gives Terleeza a tour of the lower floor before ending the tour on the second floor. He leads her inside the room; their passions soon overtake them. Terleeza responds to her companion’s touch. Soon, they are entwined, like plants in the forest. Terleeza is unrelenting and tireless. Night is approaching morning, but the sun has yet to rise.
The two lovers have drunk most of the moonwine. Silvaris finds himself in the midst of approaching bliss for either the fourth or fifth time, he is not sure which. Terleeza climbs atop her elven lover, bringing them near bliss yet again.
Silvaris turns him head for a moment and sees a dark figure out of the corner of his eye. Realizing they have been seen; the unknown intruder darts to the door and out of the room.
Silvaris curses and pushes Terleeza over to the other side of the bed and he jumps up in pursuit of the mysterious figure. He stumbles as his feet land on the floor, the moonwine sapping reflexes a bit more than expected. Silvaris manages to spin around and drive his shoulder into the wall to keep upright. The shoulder is sure to be bruised from that impact, but he quickly reflects it is better that than smacking his face on the stone floor.
Silvaris runs out naked from his sleeping chambers into the dark hall. As he looks down the hall in either direction, he sees someone slipping quickly down the spiral staircase to the ground floor. From the bedchamber Silvaris hears Terleeza ask, “Who is it? Do you need a weapon?”
Silvaris yells, “Yes a weapon!” He then charges off after the intruder. “Stop you!” he yells. Silvaris runs down the spiral staircase trying to catch the intruder in his manor house. He hears noise coming from the back of the house, so he heads towards the kitchen. He enters the lighted kitchen prepared to combat anyone who is there.