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"So Assassin Speak why are you here, and what your Besinuss here is" She said looking at him. she take up a whip not moving it looking at the male. she had examined hm and approved what he looked like, and what his build was. she moved lighting showing off a bit more of her thighs to him. she leaned back in the chair relaxing in it. she smiled at the asssassin, she knew he would not dare to attack her, but she had not reason to kill the assassin. there was no point in that, and if there was then the assassin would be dead already. she yawned light as she waited for the assassin to speak.

"a Slave is unskilled while you have Skills which means, you are less expandible." she said unacknowledged the bag of gold at the moment. she yawned lightly. ebfore instructing a few slave to lead him to his new room. she thought tha the may have been just saying that to make him self seem humble, vut if he was more expandible then there would be alot dififerent. she has killed a slave before for no reason, she would not do that to anything less.

Vasune'avin stood up from the thrown grabing the gold and placing it in a holding sack. before looking around, staying in her room. she open her to whisper to her self "this is so boring sitting in a room, and doing nothing. this life will be such a change for me". she looked around, this house was Rich enough . she raided a secert bunch of gold form the old Alaenduis. she remmeber the stories from her mother when Alaenduis was the power of Ullorbbath. she remembered before the destruction and before she was sent to surface. she was sent by her mother secertly, even the house did not know she lived the final attack. but her mother wanted her to rebuild a house into greatness. she took her whip and whiped a near by slave for no more reason then she wanted to, before she started to head to the out side when she noticed the Poison master standing there so she turned to face him.

A slave walked behind him grabbing his Shoulder. the slave wore a Tattered brown dress, not visible scars of what you could see on her dress. "the Matron is leaving now" she said softly to assassin looking down at the ground avoiding his eyes.

"she wants to go alone to show that she has no plans of attacking the house, do you wish to me to serve you in any way?

From his desk to the trainning hall, Ist'lyn walked aimlessly. He made sure to gather himself the complete lay-out of his home. Once he had memorized the interior he stepped outside; the terrain was interesting, he saw each mound as useful and each dip and crack he looked for possible advantages and trap settings. He smirked darkly under his cloak and made many notes to himself.

Once he felt satisfied he returned inside and decided to test the guards of the House and try to gain access to the throne room without being seen once. So off he went darting from heated shadow to heated shadow, having known that all Drow could see in the inferred spectrum he made sure to keep all of his traces and tracks hidden. His movements were unnaturally fluid and his enchanted boots prevented any sound from his stepps, his cloak camoflauged him from view when ever there was no places to remain unseen. Many times he was nearly spotted and only once he had thought he was found.

He made it, the throne room, and he made sure to approach the seats as though the room was full of guards and that some unseen matron sat there. Once he was within range of his blades he struck. His blades striking at the empty air directly in line of where a throat would be set.

His movements were perfect, he had mimicked shadows and used his shadow to mimic the guard's. He played every foul trick to make sure he, a shadow, was never spotted and he was extremely disappointed. In his thoughts he concluded: I will need to train a single section of guards to monitor far more closely I wish to be spotted with every attempt to be unseen. I need special units...

Ist'lyn had heard of the great dragon. He smirked and bowed low. "I am Ist'lyn." He said simply. "It is good to know that we have a powerful friend within these walls." He added with a second bow. He pulled his hood back and ran his hand through his short but thick hair. "Although I am curious, what is a dragon of such strength and power doing here?" he asked.

"More than just the feeling of security. I have some things I need to take care of, things to make our goddess Lolth proud of our people. Chaos, true, uncontrolled chaos." He muttered, his tone hushed to the point of a whisper, as if the very words surged through him like mana. He started to pace the floor.

"I deal in poisons, and I need a place to work without being bothered, on top of that I have spent 100 years without a Qu'ellar for protection, the small caves and ruins of late houses could do little for safety. The streets left me open to attack and thus I needed a house. From there I would produce poisons the likes of which have never been seen before, poisons that cause dreamless or dangerous sleep, poisons that cause slow or quick death. Each one dependant on the user." He smirked. "And now, I stand before a dragon! Oh the possibilities for chaos become endless; but do not get me wrong, I would never use anyone or anything without knowlege of their willingness." He added with yet another bow. He smirked darkly. "My reasons when put simply is this, security, solitude, and a garontee of putting my plans into action."

He seemed to be unbothered by the dragon, as if it had not surprised him in the slightest. Then again he was a master at hiding his emotions and even his thoughts to the point where he manages to fool even himself.