Raril shakes his head. "Not unless he's hidden it well. Ilpholin, my daughter, is Drow for certain, but not overly evil as far as I can tell. At the very least, she didn't kill me when she had the chance. Nadas, on the other hand, I have a lot of hope for." The drow pauses and glances around the room, before waving a hand and dropping a misty bubble around himself and Zee. No need to risk anyone eavesdropping, especially in a place like the Den. "He's staying at GLoG, the last I knew, which I take as a good sign. When I spoke with him, he didn't seem to want much to do with me. I can't really blame him for that. They both think I abandoned them for twenty years, when it was hardly a few months for me. Seems you weren't the only one experiencing slipping timestreams."