*Walking through a city of Athkatla, you come upon an unusual sight: a group of about a dozen people gathered around a pyre with a stake in the middle. A drow woman is tied to it.* "Look upon this foul drow that we have bound before ye! A creature of evil and darkness, hellbent on our destruction!" *A crazy looking old man recited fanatically, his shaky hand holding a torch. Several voices cry out - "burn it!", "burn the drow!" as the crowd seethes, consumed by bloodlust.* "You rivvin are mad! I have done nothing to any of you! I seek only to make my way without molestation! Why have you done this? Why?!" *The drow woman exclaims, desperately trying to break free from her binding.*