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“Tsabrak scoffed at her. “How long have you lived here? Freedom? You are free to do the best you can, based on your loyalty to Lolth and your inner strengths. On your physical, magical, and intellectual prowess. And, of course, your gender. That you, a noble priestess of a powerful house, daughter to one of the ruling matrons of Menzoberranzan, should—â€�

“Suppose that is not what I want?â€� Saribel interrupted. “Perhaps my heart does not condone that which I see all about me.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“But she is . . . a she!â€� Ravel replied. “As are you. The power here is yours to take and hold. Tsabrak has reached the limit of anything he could ever hope for, and still he remains beneath every matron of every house, every high priestess, even. Why would he stay in a society that forever makes of him a lesser class of drow simply because he is a man?â€�

“His power and his luxury come from the order of the matriarchy,� Saribel explained. “To this level only.�

“To this level he might not have achieved without the structures now in place in the city.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior