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Delvain tried terribly hard to keep from snorting. Really he did. His red eyes crinkled a little in the corners and the edges of his lips peeled back in a barely muted grin. What could she expect? "I would suggest...imagining the young prince as a spoiled, self centered, egotistical surface elf. He is hard headed and completely convinced that his parantage warrents him immunity to the world around him. He is sly, manipulative, and quiet untrustworthy. He has been the cause of a good many servants demises merely for the sake of gaining personal attention. When the boy has wanted spoiling from the Matron, he has contrived false stories of slights just to condemn them to rather unpleasent ends. This is a child that has been so...utterly catered to that he still bursts into the Matrons room at night over feigned nightmares just to sleep in her bed and thrust out her male company for the night. He is jealouse and spiteful. He delights in petty torment of the servants children. Not all of this is bad of course, but he has no self control. He does not understand that moderation must be used. The boy has effectively alienated himself from the entier House save for his mother, father, and aunt. He has only his teachers and family for companionship, which in itself is also neither good nor bad. His father has a firm hand with him and the boy has learned obediance. He knows not to press the Matron and to obay her, but she has unfortunatly spoiled him,a s he is the only child of the House. Most of his teachers pander to his whims. He has bullied them relentlessly but has not slipped in his studies. The boy is intelligent but utterly unmolded. At the rate things are going, with the staff fearful and resentful of him, it is only a matter of time before someone makes a serious assassination attempt. He has no allies, he has not even gathered a following as one would expect a Prince to do. Honestly, when the Prince can not find someone to torment I find him sitting in his room stareing out the window towards the Tower Sorcere."

"Excellent" Delvain spoke with perhaps a little bit more eagerness then he ought to have shown. With a pause, he cleared his throat and placed his palms upon the table. "Then, as it is agreed, I shall return home to rely the information to my Lord. We shall arrange the outing as was detailed. With the Spider Queens blessing, this should turn out very favorable for us all." Even the little brat he hoped. It would be so much more easy to teach the boy after this.

Delvain escorted Zerk by the hand, as was per the usual rrangement for their outing. It had been a fight that day to get Zerk to behave during his 'boring' lessons once he learned they would be going out into town to do some shopping. Delvain had promised the prince they would purchase him his first lizard, thus allowing him to begin training it to be his mount. That was the lie he had used to support his descion to carry so much platinum from the House treasury. Platinum that he had 'grudgeingly' allowed Zerk to carry tucked into a inside pocket of his fine cloak.

Delvain cast a glance down at Zerk and noted the distracted way the boy kept craneing his head to look around him. His black hair was neatly brushed for once, and his slightly glowing teal eyes were opened as wide as they could get. Soon enough the boy would have more then his fair fill of being outside the safety of the 'stuffy' House. Beside, before, and behind them the guards kept a easy pace. All five had been personally selected by Delvain as no great loss in this kidnapping attempt. He had even chosen guards who had been around for a while, to cut down on the suspicion that this had been a set up by useing newly hired men.

When they entered the narrow street, Delvain fought hard not to glance up. He felt a slight flush of heat and he tucked a bit of loose hair back behind his ear to stave off nervouse twitching. Soon..soon...they were going to exit out the street any minute now and he was going to finally be rid of Zerk and his temperment...the boy was about to learn the most harsh lesson of all in the underdark...that he was only a male.

This was not what he had laid out. That was the first thought to cross Delvain's mind as the drow seemed to drop down around them like hook horros from the ceiling. In the next moment, he thought that this was by far a better idea. It lent credibility to his own shock and surprise to be ambushed. Delvain felt Zerk's hand ripped from his own, and he turned on the ball of one foot to keep his stance steady.

Zerk as well was quiet caught off guard. One moment he had been eagerly tugging on his nannies hand in an attempt to make the overbearing male quicken his pace. Then the next there were darker shadows surrounding him and hus guard. A strong arm grabbed at him, and with a sudden jerk his hand was ripped from Delvains own. Normally, a drow child would have instinctively reacted to being grabbed in such a way. Particularly in a vionelt and desperate struggle. Zeron on the other hand froze up. His teal eyes widened a bit with the amount of shock he felt. Rile would gain no quick form of struggle from Zerk, not until they had well cleared the general area where the guards were being attacked.

"Oh MY GODDESS!" Zerk suddenly exclaimed. His body twitched and he finally began to flail and struggle. "Your KIDNAPPING me!? Are you INSANE!? Do you have any idea who I am!? I'm the son of Matron Xexsis! My father is going to KILL you! Put me down this instant!" He continued to speak with a incredulity in his voice. These poor bastards! These morons! "You've signed your death warrents!!"

To his credit, Delvain gave some attempt of pursuit as Zerk was spirited off. However...Delvain was no warrior. He was no mage. He was not even a thief. His skills were utterly mundane, and such a situation was quite beyond him. He stumbled up to a short stop as Danni would confront him. He suspected this was the point where she would take him..erm..out...but he was not certain how. He was just certain it would not be to his likeing. They should have talked this through...

Zerk continues to squirm and flail as he was carried. It was only after the cloth was shoved into his mouth that the boy seemed to have something click. He reached down to his boot and scratched his fingers over the top. In doing so he managed to jerk a small slender stilletto from the stiff back. "MMMMEH!" He growled into the word smothering gag as he wrapped his fingers about the blade's handle.

Delvain did not respond to the small wink, just in case someone else was nearby to read his expression. When the blindness fell over him he jerked in shock. He heard and felt the whispered words against his eat, and he threw out his hands to touch against the wall. Well..this would conviently explain why he was not giving chase!

Zerk gripped the dagger in his hand. Being held as he was, he could not get a clear shot at a vital organ...not that he though he'd hit anything witht he armor his kidnapper was wearing. So instead he was forced to stab blindly at the back of Riles leg, in the hopes of making him drop himself at the very least.

Instead of releaseing the weapon, Zerk reached up with one hand to rip the cloth gag from his mouth. The hand which held the weapon he sliced blindly behind him in hopes of strikeing the hand that was holding him.

"Nggggh! Let go! Let me go!! I'm going to stab your eyes out!"