[Galadria]

Well, I don't think that she is all that Goody Two-Shoes. Remember, in The Burned Drow, when she destroys the drow city? Oh well, that's later. Some more:

Noemi sent Sefa to clean up for dinner, then went back to her sister's study. She plopped down on a bench near the big table. Galadria looked at her enquiringly. "Well, she's home," the redhead said as she reclined and put a cushion behind her head. "After all that, what have we learned?"
Galadria smiled. "Little enough," she replied, "but still something. Sefa was a kidnap victim, one whose ransom was never paid. Twelve years ago. How will we find out whose child she was, then? I have no idea. Perhaps someone at the Flaming Fist," the peacekeepers of the city, "will remember."
The redhead, trying to juggle small pillows, made a slip and dropped them all. She snorted. "Mustn't have been too rich, or they would have ransomed her. Or, maybe since she's a mere girl, they didn't want to waste the money. Who knows? Who cares? Who was my mother, or yours, for that matter? It's what she is now that counts."
The dark mage resumed her writing of a spell. "For us, that is true," she said. "I could desire no more or better family than you, sweetie. But, perhaps, unlike us, Sefa might have family somewhere. It is a pity that we have no more time to spend on this. We will enquire, when we get back."
Well, a mother and a father would be nice, with a brother to referee between us, Noemi thought to herself, but resumed her juggling. She would liked to have launched one at the dark head, but she knew that if she messed up a spell her normally placid sister would be really angry, and that was something she didn't want to risk. Not then, with their lives about to go on the line.
The day before they were to leave, Galadria gathered the women in her study for one last attempt to get information from the bowl. They gathered around the great table, and the dark mage poured the sacred water. Almost at once, Fasz appeared. "We greet you, great Fasz." Galadria said firmly, "We are about to depart to fight against your enemy, Me'elshadrixx. We have located the Temple of the Lost Dawn, and are bound thither. Can you offer us any advice?"
"So, Galadria," the voice boomed, "you have not been idle. I felt you might command success. What more can I tell you? Be strong and be clever. Show it no mercy as it would show you naught. But there is one thing. My senses tell me that you have about you one weapon that would be strong against it, but you do not yet understand it fully. I can tell you no more, but I feel that there is doubt or lack of full knowlege between you and it. Consider this carefully, as it may mean the difference between life and death, success or failure. You have my blessing." He disappeared.
Cythera looked at Galadria with wonder. "What do you have, Gal," she asked, "that you do not comprehend?"
"Many things," her friend replied lightly, but her eye fell on Sefa's scroll.