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The wilds are a beautiful, deadly place for those unfamiliar with it, heavily forested the paths are treacherous at best, large pines and larger deciduous trees make up the thick forestry as far as the eye can see. The region itself is largely unmapped, and few dare try for fear of is denizens, and beasts. The inhabitants of this realm consist of fey in abundance, large dangerous animals, and long lost tribes of wild elves. At night stranger things walk the land, wolves and worse howl dangerously at the moon hungrily stalking prey. The unprepared rarely make it out and sometimes even those prepared for it never return.

Muse had been scouting the forests of her home, when the wildlife suddenly went silent, she decided to investigate it as it might prove to be a good hunt. Sneaking her way through the trees her camouflaged armor, tailored to the terain kept her hiden from veiw moving through the bushes she spots an army of drow, watching from her vantage point unseen and unheard she watches two females talk a ways away from the main group, one was clearly the leader, judging on what she saw she would guess the other was related in some shape or form. Thinking to herself "These two could make a highly entertaining torture session now how to get them away from the army, that was the trick." Licking her lips in anticipation of the pleasurable torture she could perform on them, she waits and follows awaiting the perfect time to strike and capture if possible both would suite her needs more than adequatly if not one would do fine, patience was the key and patience she had.

Quavidil shifted as the silence pressed in on her and the the howl just unsettled her more. She glanced around, noting that many of the soldiers where comfortable either.
Oh, Vhaeraun, Great Lord I wish I could return to your darkness. This place is...so dirty and...and...Oh Masked Lord, I wish to spread your word, but I'm not sure how. Is it my place to bring it here? She thought as she glance uneasy about the trees. Or have you abandoned me since I displeased you so.
She gripped her blade handles and waited. I will not fall here. I'll slaughter all who try it. Whether or not, the Masked Lord guide me or not.
"Mother, do you know what that is?" She asked her mother.

Muse had followed the army at a distance, she watched as they laid there defences for there camp. Watching there patrols for variance seeing how they moved, waiting for a time to strike, she found it at the howling of the wolves, droping from a tree she uses her needles to drop two patrols. From there she retreived her needles and disguised herself as a member of the patrol. Hiding the bodies she enters the camp intent on having a chat with its leader.

Drejan watches in silence as her daughter went back to her tent, a puzzled look crossing her face as she thinks long and hard on the current situation. Her attentions shift as she sees the approach of a guard she doesnt recognize wary she waits to hear its report.

Drejan replies to the guard "Good now get back to your patrol." The hairs on the back of Drejan's neck stand on end as she sences something isnt right drawing her greatswords, as an afterthought she states , "Soldier state your name and rank."

Drejan moves her sword ever so slightly deflecting the dagger harmlessly away. Charging her attacker she enters a dancers spin one blade poised to cross Muse's stomach the other directed to strike her right shoulder near the base of her neck.

Muse not expecting the ferocity of the attack barely gets her swords out in time to block, the sword from above crashed down on her blade causing her to fall to her knees the other screached accross her other blade and the front of her armor making a fair scratch. rolling backwards and standing up she shadow jumps to Drejan's side slashing at her from there three times.