Roxanne was a nun in one of the few peaceful Drow cloisters devoted to Labelas Enoreth. Life there was calm. quiet and full of endless meditation far too quiet for Roxanne's liking. While her sister pondered eternity, she joked that eternity was "just boredom with extra steps."

When the dead stopped staying dead. Travelers whispered that time itself seemed to falter- corpses walking again, souls refusing to move on, to the faithful, this was an unnatural pause in the great clock of existence.

So, when her elder prayed for guidance, Roxanne volunteer to go mostly no one else wanted to. she prepares herself, her weapon, holy symbol, half-eaten bread with cheese, and said with a lazy grin

"If time gone wrong, I'll give it a little push. Worst case, I die— and hey, that part of the cycle, right?"