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Mayolin's face twisted in rage before backhanding the male hard. "You Idiot! Your first mistake was killing the guard!, Your second error was to return here!" several Assassin's drew their weapons, a little overeager for blood, when the thick accent of a dueregaar chimed in. "Calm down Mayolin, th'boys still a rookie, yeh shoundt've sent him on a high priority mission like this so soon."Mayolin took a breath and seemed to settle down a little but her face still burned with some hidden fury,"In any case... what have you learned so far?"

Maylin, still seemed royally pissed but she kept her temper in check. "I will speak with Ironclaw about the crests, they may be outdated... as for the shadowguard, as far as we know they are not recruited, more like spawned." she mulled over the facts given then sighed. "They'll be on alert now, hunting for a killer. Return to your post and keep a low profile, we will contact you for a report. If something happens and you need to contact us immediately, just close your eyes.""Aye, an' we'll be sendin some help to yeh if the situation be warantin' it." Negai concluded before straightening suddenly, Mayolin looked to the dwarf and then to where his gaze rested and then she also stiffened visibly. "Lord Ironclaw". The guildmaster nodded to his two leutenants then turned the shadowed gaze onto the newcomer. His voice flowed from the helm in a miasmic hiss that sent shivers down the spines of those present "I do not believe I have yet had the pleasure of welcoming our newest brother in person... I am the one known as Ironclaw." he said, holding out a gloved right hand to the spy.

"you speak the abyssal tongue? Again I am impressed... as for what you have heard... don't trust all you here in this line of work..many of it is myth and rumor...much of that concocted by us..." Shaking the Drows hand, it was apparent somethign was odd about the guildmaster, despite the heavy leather glove, necrotic energy seemed to flow from the being. Ironclaw released his hand and motioned to Mayolin. "As our eyes in Druu'gir, you now report directly to me. Stay alert, Trust no one, especially Valatar, and you may survive." with that he turned and left, Mayolin in tow.

"Do you trust him my lord?" Mayolin asked, somewhat concerned as she followed the helmed guildmaster, "I don't even trust you Mayolin, so of course not. But liek you he has his uses..." the two decended to the swer access,the guildmaster waved his hand over one of th ewalls then stepped through mayolin in tow. The two stepped into an archanist's dream, the wrokshop contained magical experiments of almost every concievable variety, half finished warforged lined one wall while several chimera's floating in nutrient tanks, several imps were bound in one corner and golems of several varieties mulled about conducting their tasks. all the while svirfneblin and yuan-ti researchers scurried about takign notes and attendign to whatever needed attending to. The two passed through an attached alchemy lab and into a small room. To many the place would appear as a torture chamber of horiffic proportions judging by the chains, assortment of sharp intruments and the blood, blood from nearly each race in the depths. As Ironclaw prepared for the coming procedure, Mayolin stripped and layed on the wooden table with a shudder of apprehension and disgust. The mercenary lord stepped up to the side of the table, necrotic flames engulfing the knife he held, "now then my dear, let's get that cyst out of you...."

Eilov relaxed comfortably just inside a warehouse not far from the assassins guild, He finds her worthy of keeping, my control over the woman has been broken. But I still have a few pawns worth moving. Eilov chanted quietly and sent his will into the assassins guild snaring the mind of one of the encysted assassins. Expanding his power he saw as the man did. Walking around casually through the body he overheard light conversations, none interested him to any degree. Where has that vile guildmaster vanished to? After observing for a few more moments he sat the body down and awaited Ironclaws return...

Eilov could not see Ironclaw in the guild, but his mother cyst pulled his mind towards the outside. No! They know I'm here. Time to leave! Eilov forced himself to move as quickly as possible away from the assassins guild. "Veldrin plynn uns'aa, veldrin erl'elee uns'aa, veldrin vaq' uns'aa!" Eilov slipped into the plane of shadows heading towards his lords domain; all the while praying to Lolth that his spell had not be noticed...