She felt as if she could sleep…sleep in the unconscious and helpless manner of a human…for a tenday and not feel healed of the fatigue she carried。 Her mind refused to reflect any longer on why Lolth had abandoned her； yet she had something in her heart that demanded examination； a grief that would not permit her the refuge of the Reverie until she had found some way to let it out。
With a sigh； she pulled her satchel close and opened it； taking out the leather case of her lyre。 She carefully unsheathed the heirloom； running her fingers over the rune…carved dragonbone arms； touching the perfect mithral wire。
At least I still have this； she thought。
In the silence of the forest cave； Halisstra played the dark songs of the bae'qeshel； and softly gave voice to her unbearable grief。