And here's a human, dressed in a way that is somewhat reminiscent of the way clerics of Abadar dress while still being sufficiently visually distinct that most people would not confuse him for one. He seems to have come from one of the doors that lead further into the temple rather than from outside, and he steps beside the drow as if to accompany her just as she's turning around to go. "Well met," he says without preamble but with an inviting smile.

"...uh, hello, Cicerone? Or whatever you are."

"Not Cicerone, no, not an official cleric. I'm Jenday, pleasure to meet you, and mostly bothering you out of sheer curiosity. You can tell me to bugger off if the curiosity offends."

"I get that a lot. Usually without explicit permission to tell people to bugger off. Do you want me to just, like, preemptively answer the top three most popular questions, or -"

"—well, I'm pretty sure my questions aren't amongst the most popular ones but I'm also curious about them, now."

"Yes I'm a drow, yes drow are baby-eating matriarchal evil lawless purple elves that live underground, and no, having somewhat assimilated into surface culture didn't make me very keen on those Andoran raids where they show up and kill twenty people to escape with five slaves or whatever ratios they're pulling lately."

"...wow, no, my questions were not any of those and I am actually surprised. Those are a bit rude for starting questions, aren't they?"

"Yeah people are rude to me a lot. What do you wanna know?"

"I overheard you talking to the cleric and was wondering about the interest in econ. And also, yes, since you are in fact drow, I confess to some curiosity about the story of how you ended up up here at all."

"I like econ, the classes are free, and I can't always pick up a new adventure as soon as I hit town after a previous one. I'm actually from under Taldor, I don't know who's under you, but I came to Osirion to get resurrection insurance."

"Resurrection insurance is the best, everyone should have it. Although I guess the people who already know where they're going and like it might not care so much."

"Yeah, I haven't checked what I ping but rumor has it with drow it doesn't matter if we drop a million gold on widowed orphans with rare diseases and missing legs, Pharasma'll Abyss us all. I have checked around enough to be sure that she does not automatically do this with dead babies but as you may have noticed I am not a dead baby."

"Got a guess for what you'll ping?"

"Well, either chaotic evil 'cause Pharasma's racist, or not that 'cause I don't think I've actually done anything evil besides be a drow. I guess chaotic might be fair but I don't, like, go around breaking windows and cutting purses."

"Chaotic Neutral or Chaotic Good, then?"

"I think I am most philosophically aligned with neutral good but I wouldn't be stunned by one of those yeah."

"Want me to find out? Would cost me a level 3 slot but I'm unlikely to need to use it by tonight."

"Knock yourself out, as long as you're not going to freak out whatever it says."

"That would be super unuseful." He makes a gesture crossing fingers of both of his hands in a somewhat triangle-with-holes shape in front of his right eyes, mutters a couple of words under his breath, then nods. "Chaotic Good."

"Yay for me."

"Yay indeed. So, why'd you take up adventuring?"

"It's how you level, I hear."

"It's a way, yeah. Many high-level ambitions?"

"I figure probably if you could get ahold of the Starstone with Prestidigitation and a ball of twine then the Song of Gods would have more verses."

That earns a long, impressed whistle. "Godhood, huh?"