One more day on the road, Tristian, and his family's private training ground, in the facade of a traveling circus, would soon be nearing the famed town, Longsaddle where, as the bards told it, resides the Wizard family who played many times over instrumental roles in the legendary life of that famous dark elf ranger. OH, how the young mature elf has been looking forward to performing for Wizards. The mundane crowds were fine, but always he had to hold himself back for them, but Wizards, these worldly and wise people had little to nothing to fear from he and his kin. Like any other elves, he and his family had been welcome, most anywhere goodly races gather, even to Evermeet, but rare were the audiences, that did not fly into a frenzied panic when the stage was filled with lycanthropes. That solitary, dark family secret, had seemed a terrible burden, until now.
As with all members of his family, Tristian had been given free reign to decide what manner of adventurer path he would follow, and the answer came to him, when he'd met the "love" of his life, someone who would not judge him for what he was, either way, who would one day be his animal companion in full once he'd achieved sufficient experience as the druid he chose to become. A dire bat, a female. The phenotype of his family's curse, the same. Some might say, Nature herself, made them for each other.
But this night, was a night to have fun, and perform his acrobatic routines, without restraint of his 'true' self. Little would the overeager Tristian know it, but after arriving in town, his first stop was the Ivy Mansion, and there he would run across another of the Harpell family's many arcane experiments, another dangerous spell about to go wrong. Without even realizing he'd started anything, knowing so little about the arcane ways, all around him suddenly went black, teleported, though he hadn't realized it, until his eyes adjusted to the gloom. The teleporatation, for that matter had put him not too far from the birthplace of that famous Drow he'd oft enjoyed hearing tales of, Menzoberranzan. Alone, cut off from his family, and those crazy wizards who put him there, the very out of place pale elf, with his dark hair but distinctly red eyes, a trait hinting at his family's secret, in a cavern. A BIG cavern, and it soon occurred to him, the air feels heavy, and then he knew he was deeper in the earth than any mere cave.
As the dreaded realization sunk in, anxiety piqued his senses, feral stirrings of his animal side, focusing on survival, sounds of possible distant predators, scents, and even the slightest flickers of movement, having him glancing about wildly, until ultimately he resigned himself to the animal within. Shedding his clothes first, storing them in a light pack, he lays out a simple trouser and vest combo tailored for his other self, and then, the transformation is released.
He bites back the urge to cry out at the pains of changing, afraid of being caught exposed. Quickly donning the tanned leather garments, a short chirp issues toward the ceiling to gauge its distance, and off he leaps into the brief flight to move up to those stalactite heights, and there to remain, half-crawling, half-flitting across the relative safety of Underdark ceiling, in search of a way out, or perhaps a nice walled in city, with people who won't kill him. He'd heard the tales of course, knew that some Drow might kill him on sight, and others wouldn't. To Selune he prays, to deliver him to safety, or at least into the guiding hands of friendly folk.