Disclaimer: It's not mine I swear! (runs in little circles screaming)
A planar crossroads café. Zaknafein Do'Urden and Ryld Argith are sitting at a table drinking coffee.
Ryld: No really, Lloth went to sleep and her priestesses can't renew spells right now.
Zak: Why couldn't this have happened when I was alive!
Ryld: I'm asking myself a similar question. Why did I have to live partly through this?
Zak: Oh come on. At least you could have done something with yourself, gotten away from Menzoberranzan, joined a mercenary outfit. You had it lucky, no house to answer to.
Ryld: (sighs) I found Halisstra.
Zak: (softens) That counts for something, however short it lasted.
(They sip their drinks for a little while)
Ryld: So what would you have done?
Zak: Halisstra or the priestesses?
Ryld: Both.
Zak: (thoughtful) With Halisstra I would have tried to convince her that there was no need to choose between faith and lover. Failing that, tried to convince her to go to Skullport.
Ryld: (curious) Why Skullport?
Zak: Options and variety.
Ryld: And the priestesses?
Zak: (grins like the Cheshire Cat) I'd've had me a right nice murder spree, starting with the clerics of House Do'Urden, followed by House Baenre and House Barrison Del'Armago. I might of even gotten paid to do it what with all the ambitious wizards in the city.
Ryld: (blinks) I didn't know you were that much of a loose cannon.
Zak: (still enjoying his fantasy) It was just a little dangerous to let it be that obvious. (looks around) Looks like your ticket to your afterlife just came up. I should get back to mine.
Ryld: (nods and gets up to leave) Good plotting and dark caverns.
Zak: (salutes with his mug) Sweet water and light laughter. And good luck. You've a tough time ahead of you.
Author's Note
I really need to lay off the caffeine. It seems to be interfering with my brain functions. Sorry for this weird little vignette. Feel free to rant about it, must detox now…