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Within an hour of receiving the sending, Valagh landed on the balcony attached to the Matron's private suite. The barrier that prevented all but the Matron of the House from entering via the balcony had already been lowered, allowing the warlock swift access to the bedchamber.

The half-fiend looked around the room, taking in the view of the luxurious boudoir. His gaze quickly found the matriarch's corpse laid out on the bed. "Heh, looks like Kikato had some real taste in decorations. So, how did it happen, and just what in the Hells are we going to do about this?" he queried, indicating Jys'yl's lifeless carcass.

Chalthara did not yet know that Matron Jys'lyl was deceased. In fact, she had just finished praying and was making her way across a courtyard to the compound's main stalactite. This was not to say that she was ignorant: she was very much alert, watching her surroundings. She was newly adopted to House Hun'Afin, after a prolongued absence spent in the hostile, "lawless" city of Au Shinduago, and was still becoming accustomed to the place. She had never lived in such luxury, for her House had been a merchant House of average means before its fall...certainly not one of the Ruling Houses.

By now, there was probably little memory of House Kenrahel. Even those that had destroyed it and would recognize her could not get to her now that she was a member of the Second House. They would not dare.

She heard shouting from far off, but thought little of it. They were in Ulorbbath; such sounds were not uncommon. Whatever it was, it did not concern a newly adopted cleric. She would watch, wait, and bide her time as it was her nature to do.

Upon entering the main stalacmite, she noticed that there was something of an eerie silence. Something was amiss, but she could not tell exactly what it happened to be. Therefore, she made her way back towards her chambers, the only sounds she could hear being the swish of her leaf green robes about her legs and the soft padding of her boots against the smooth floor.

Sy sat in her room in the dark. Going into a meditative trance. Her mind wandered back to her old house, through the corridors, and into the rooms. Gazing at the familiar faces. Both the ones with the snarled faces like her mother and sisters and the ones with the monotone faces like the commoners and her brothers. And the exceptional face with an emotion Sy could never put her finger on, which was the face her father would often give her.

Then her trance became one of violence. She watched as her House was infiltrated and burned to the ground. Then an image of Jys'yl falling to the ground and a feeling of sorrow and dread came to her as Veldrin's angry face came at her with a raised weapon.

Sy woke up in a cold sweat as there was a meow at her window. Sy rolled over in her bed and got up to open the window to allow Nevron entry, "Nevron! Dos ph' rath ji ulnin! Vel'bol xunus dos ragar?"

The kitten meowed and shared her a message telepathically. Once Sy retrieved the message she then nodded her head,

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"Ji ol zhah seke."

Nevron looked up at Sy and meowed at her. Picking him up into her arms, Sy and Nevron went back to her bed. Sy placed Nevron onto her lap and began stroking him in thought, "Dos ph' xunor, ussta lince'sa. Usstan zhal naut joros whol natha elamshinae dal dos jala draeval ulnin. Dos inbal tlus alus whol awhile. Usstan began ulu eszak."

At this point, Nevron had already purred himself to sleep. Sy looked down with a smile, "V'dre nin ssinssrigg. Ka dos satiir l' ssrig'luin ulu z'haan bauth kus uns'aa natha char'riss lu' Dorn doer pahntar l' window whol dos."

Sy then moved Nevron from her lap to her pillow and kissed his head before getting up and stretching. She looked around the room, found her gear on a chair, and began strapping herself up. She needed to get out of the House for a bit herself. She began to feel the familiar restlessness when she was in Rilynviir. However, the drowess had learned her lesson when it came to impatience.

Sy then walked out of her room, placed an enchanted lock on the door, and began making her way out of the house. The guards she passed seemed a little cautious of her after what they apparently heard from rumor, what she had done to the commander. Dismissing the odd actions of the guards, Sy continued on her way through the corridors.

The new Patron responded with only a knowing grin as they arrived at their destination. A nearly imperceptible gesture from Veldrin caused the door to slide shut behind them and lock itself.

He strode regally toward the empty throne, looking completely at home as he seated himself in it.

"How would you like to become the new Matron?"

A sly grin crossed the assassin's visage as he imagined what could possibly be running through the young priestess' mind at the moment.

Veldrin found Chalthara's direct approach refreshing. It wasn't often, after all, that he could have a discussion with a female where he didn't have to pussyfoot around a subject.

"The house is in need of new leadership, well, a new figurehead to be specific. You see, I intend to rule the House, though none of the other Houses will accept a male ruling a Qu'ellar. This is where you come in...I need a female to serve as the face of the House in public matters. I need someone to represent me on the Council of Nobles, in the unlikely event that it ever convenes."

"Excellent," Veldrin said with a pleased smile. "Now there is only the matter of publicly announcing your 'ascension'. Jys'yl is dead," the Patron continued, his expression shifting to one of detached indifference with a hint of disgust. "Due to the circumstances of her demise, it is in the best interests of the House that the exact manner of her death not be revealed to the public. It would most likely have a detrimental affect on our standing should it be made known that our late Matron poisoned herself through sheer carelessness."