[Galadria]

LOL, thanks, I made her like I wish Viconia would have been. Of couse I'll officiate, sweetie, didn't I agree to? Some more:

The next morning, Chorania awoke and, momentarily did not remember where she was. She started up and saw her bandaged form in the mirror. Then, she realised that she was safe at Galadria's house. Examining herself, cautiously, she was relieved to find that the pain from her burns continued to lessen. She sat on the edge of the bed and remembered how they had first met.
She had only been on the surface for a few days when she had run into a group of rowdies. Seeing a lone unarmed drow, they had at once set out after her, with many shouts and predictions of what they would do to her when they caught her. She had dashed into a forest, trying to elude them, but she was weak with hunger and they gained on her. Suddenly, she ran into three young people. The large man was heavily armed, and the redheaded woman had a bow in her hand. The third, a tall raven-haired woman in black mage robes looked at her curiously.
The shouts came closer. The blonde giant appoached her. "Who are you?" he asked. "Who is chasing you?"
For some reason, she did not fear these humans. "I am Chorania LeMeaux," she gasped. "There are men chasing me. I have done nothing. Please help me."
The men, no more than four, burst into the clearing. Seeing an armed man, they suddenly became cautious. They stopped their shouts and approached them.
Attalus, as it proved to be, drew his sword and the women faced her pursuers intently. Noemi put an arrow to her bow, and Galadria began to work a spell. The men stopped again, then one, their evident leader, approached them hand raised in parley.
"Who are you, stranger?" he began, "and why do you shelter a drow? Don't you know that there is a bounty on them? A thousand gold a head. Let's kill her and share the reward."
To Chorania's relief, Attalus had glared at the man. "You would kill this woman for mere gold, when she has done naught to you? Faugh, you disgust me." He spat at the man's feet. "To get her, you will have to come through me." Noemi drew her arrow back and Galadria went into a chant.
The ruffians paled. A lone, unarmed drow woman had seemed easy pickings. A little sport first, then cut off her head and collect the reward. But, they had no stomach for this kind of fight. They hastily ran off, pausing when they had reached the edge of the clearing to shout insults and obscenities. Galadria loosed her spell, and an electrical current went from her hand into the leader. He bellowed in pain before turning and running away, this time for good. They had gathered around her, then.
The dark magic wielder addressed her. "Hello, I am Galadria, and this is Attalus and Noemi, my sister. What are you doing on the surface, unarmed? Don't you know how your race is regarded, here?"
The redheaded archer added, "Yeah, what's your story? I 've read about the raids you people pull, over in the Elf country. But they all say that they are done by men. They don't want to risk their precious females." She turned to the blonde man with a twinkle in her eye. "They regard women as superior to men, you know."
The armored giant grimaced resignedly. "As well they should!" he sighed.
Chorania regarded them, feeling trapped. She had not heard that there was a bounty on drow, and she knew what a drow party under the circumstances would have done. She squared her shoulders and held her head high, but a tear, her first since childhood, crept down her cheek. She dashed it away angrily and said, "I know what you will do. Go ahead and kill me." She ripped open her robe. "I now know that it was a mistake to come here. I should have stayed in the Underdark. Go ahead, kill me and get your reward."
As she stood defiantly before them, expecting a blade to end her sorry existence, she was surprised to see shocked looks on her rescuers. Galadria had gently removed her hands and patted the fabric back into place. "Calm down, Chorania. We are not going to kill you. Why don't you just tell us why you are here, unarmed?"
Puzzled at their attitude, she had said, "I am a fugitive from the Underdark. Lolth hates me, now, and I have no House to protect me. Were I to return to my home, I would be killed, out of hand. I do not know what to do. I have no arms, or any money to buy any. I think my life will be short, despite your mercy, and my soul go to the spider queen at the last."
Galadria had smiled her wonderful smile at her, then, and, despite her plight, for the first time, she felt a little twinge of hope.
"You have no place to go, eh?" the dark mage had said. "Well, neither do we. Why don't you join us? We could use you. Tell me what weapons you can use, and we'll see about getting you some."
"Uh, Gal," Noemi said uneasily, "you know that some people are going to think less of us because she's with us." The drow's heart sank. Was her refuge to be denied? She looked anxiously at the dark-haired woman, who was obviously in charge.
Galadria had reassured her by putting her arm around her shoulder, saying, "Pooh, pooh, we have many enemies. What's a few more?"
The little redhead had smiled then. "Okay, I don't mind, then." She turned to her new comrade and said, "You can tell me all about the Underdark. I hear that it's beautiful but scary. Like Gal, here."
The dark mage rolled her eyes. "Come on," she addressed the group, "we must get back to a town so that our new friend, here, can arm herself. Chorania. That's a mouthful. I shall call you Cho, if that's all right."
"Anything," the drow answered eagerly. "Do you think that you can get me a mace and some armor?"
"I'm sure we can." Galadria replied. "Noemi, how much money do we have? The redhead pulled out a discouragingly small purse. She counted coins. "Eighty-three gold. I think that we can get her a mace, a helmet, and some armor."
"That would be wonderful," Chorania had said. And they had started out on the long road that had led here.