This Drow had a powerful edge to her voice, her red, venomous eyes pumping frozen spikes through the Private's heart. At the moment, her lethal glare made him think of his Drill Sergeant from basic training, how he could out-scream a banshee and stop your heart cold by just glancing in your direction. It made Galen begin to think about what would happen if he had met with the Drow standing before him now. What kind of Hell would be unleashed.
"You won't be disappointed, Jrastra," Dreek stated. "Galen, stop the light. We see better where there is none."
Without a word in objection, Galen relaxed his magic to cut the white light emanating from his hand. Something in the room was still amplifying his arcane strength, though, and it showed as his whole left arm still maintained a dim glow.
