Ty woke to a hand on your shoulder. He looked up into the eyes of an older elven woman, as he became aware of your surroundings. He wiped the sleep from his eyes with a slender hand.
"Kithria, there's no time to delay. The surface dwellers have reached the gates. We need to get you out of here before they reach the temple."
Ty sat up, feeling the unusual weight on your chest. He felt at his chest, finding two mounds under his night shirt. Not wanting to waste time, he pulls on a set of robes without looking too much at his body. Priestess robes with religious symbols he doesn't recognise hugs body in ways robes really shouldn't as he follows the older woman and several other dark elves from the room. Thunder rumbles and lightning flashes above as rain starts to fall. Which shouldn't happen underground unless there was magic involved.
"The forces of the Lightning Lord are already within the city, you need to lead the acolytes through the catacombs," the same drow woman said "You need to take the path to the surface. The sun is not good for our people, but the forces of the Lightning Lord will not follow you there."
"What about you?" Ty asked, not sure where the words are coming from "They do not take prisoners who do not convert to their faith. They will torture you until you die, or convert."
"We will pray for salvation from the Lady of Spiders. You must lead all that you can to the surface," the older priestess said "We will fight to the end. But you must survive so that our order will not be snuffed out."
Ty nodded, swallowing down the lump in her throat.