Zarraema:

The Drow priestess stared at the bag for a moment before gently taking it. Using the common tongue of the Underdark, she held the pouch without opening it and lowered her voice, "What is this, Kelzir?"

She would never be afraid of anything her former slave handed her, but she was still cautious - knowing the bard as she had come to, she wondered if he would ever understand his own right to possession.