oh, OK
may I post this anyway? maybe include that one of the drow feels a 'natural urge'?

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For a long moment, they stood in silence, each of them trying to figure out how to lure a single drow away from the group.
The strangest thoughts crossed Mysteria's mind, involving stranger and stranger ingredients ... cheese, wine, mice, cats, dogs, trees, lights, torches, fire, rotten eggs, tornados, spoons, chests, doors, figs ...
At that, she smiled, fondly remembering how Juilin always said: 'I can make the toughest man confess just by sending for figs and mice'
'Figs and mice?', she had asked, 'What would one do with figs and mice?'
'I don't know', he had replied, 'but he'd confess anyway, to escape his own imagination.', he had grinned wickedly.
She shook herself, that wasn't helping, and the Wheel of Time was turning, seconds trickling away and turning into minutes ...