Ha'nnarril claps twice, and the gates slowly creak open. "Before we get you settled in" she begins "We need to go to the temple of the goddess. It was she who raised you from the truly miserable state of a human male to the divine form you now wear, and you need to show gratitude."
"Yes, mother." you respond, wondering uneasily how drow females show gratitude to their goddess.
You don't wonder long. You are brought to an altar carved of black onyx in the shape of a spider. Bound to it is a terrified dwarf.
Ha'nnarril states "As you grow as a priestess you will learn techniques for prolonging the victim's agony and deepening the sacrifice. But since you don't know those yet you can just cut his throat." She hands you an obsidian knife with a leather handle.