"She's fine," Ulfren says, dismissive yet calm as he lays a comforting hand on the drow's shoulder. "Now that I've answered your question, you can answer one of mine.
"Well, the world is a little bright. I believe we should work on a fix so the sun shines a little dimmer. I hear the orcs are pissing in the water sources, that is concerning. The queen is a real bitch and tends to work us to the bone. That cover it?"
"I have been told that we signed a pack with the dark queen and she helped us to become the lords we are today, that was a generation ago and is what they teach us in our studies. I have had this rank for about a hundred years now."
"Who's this dark queen?" asks Ulfren. He makes a mental note of this drow's time references and wonders if this guy even knows what happened to the dwarves.
"A sorceress of great power! She came forth looking for her love, but was sent away wanting, but she returned with great power! Or so that's the legend I have heard."
"Well, I have never actually seen her, but I am to low of a class to be allowed into the city. I am told she sits on her throne and tortures beings most of the day, so, I'm in no hurry to go there!"
"The quickest route would be through the mine, since the front gates to the city were destroyed before my time. You'll die there though, all dwarves die there."