A certain drow assassin.

Peering over the rocks he has taken cover behind, Dante sees a beautiful female drow elf, clothed in form-fitting black leather, tangled in the nets and webbing of his trap. Smiling at his good fortune, he steps out from his hiding place.

"What a beauteous creature I have snared. Tell me, my sweet, who are you and why are you following me?"

The drow blinks in surprise at his sudden appearance, but answers his question.

"My name is Nathyrra, and I've been following you in order to find out what you are doing in the Underdark. It is a dangerous place for surfacers."

"Nathyrra, hm? That is a lovely name for a lovely maiden, but the prettiest faces make for the greatest assassins. How do I know your intent was not to kill me? How do I know I can trust you?"

Nathyrra looks Dante up and down appraisingly before answering.