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Imordana smiled at Gir, and watched his sand creations for a moment, highly amused by them. Then she turned back to the vendor, her face going stern.
"Well...I suppose 20 will do." She replied, carefully counting them out from her pouch and then handed them over to the vendor.

The vendor looked rather sullen, yet respectful as he handed over the bundle to her and took the silver with a long sigh. He ducked back into his tent disappearing from sight as Imordana and Gir left the marketplace. Most likely to warn the other vendors that Gir had a female who was watching over and controlling him for once.

Imordana kept her strides short so that Gir could keep up with her pace as she led him from the marketplace and down the main street which took them to her House. She stopped outside the tall stone building, pausing as she caught sight of the House's guardian Gargoyle, wondering if the two of them, Gir and the Gargoyle would get along or not. It was an odd thought, and she couldn't figure out why she had even thought about it.

"Gir, this is the House. Be careful, we've got a Gargoyle for the House Guardian. He's sometimes grumpy in the evening...especially when I forget to feed him. We'll have to get him some meat from the stables." She told Gir, turning to look at him to see his reaction to the large gargoyle lounging in front of the stone steps leading up to the House's great doors.

The ancient gargoyle blinked stretching his neck out to try and stare at the strange drow dangling on his neck. He then yawned, his large ears going back against his head and shook himself as if he were trying to get the sleep out of himself.

Imordana couldn't help but grin at the funny spectacle Gir was making of himself, and the nonchalant inspection the gargoyle had made of him. She reached out and stroked the gargoyle's face right at the base of his left ear. The Gargoyle moaned, closing his eyes and a large rumble began to emanate from his throat to show his pleasure.

"Yes, he is big, and good looking. I'm betting he would like you to feed him. Wouldn't you Fergis?" She half cooed to the ancient gargoyle.

One of the servants chose that moment to come around the side of the house with several full buckets of water. The servant's eyes widened in shock at what he saw and he dropped the buckets with a loud thump, causing Imordana to turn and see him. She frowned, eyeing the servant and then told him in an almost annoyed manner.
"Don't just stand there! Go get Fergis some more water, and take Gir with you, he'll help you gather Fergis' dinner."

Imordana was highly amused by Gir's antics, figuring that her brothers would be more than displeased with him running rampant throughout the House. Oh..how fun it would be to see him reduce them to hysterically crying babes.
When the servant and Gir disappeared into the stables to retrieve the water and food, Imordana sat down on the steps at Fergis' feet and eyed his claws. It looked as if she might need to get them trimmed again sometime soon.

When the two of them returned, Imordana was surprised to see the servant so pale looking. And when the Servant beat a hasty retreat after leaving the water, Imordana frowned and turned to Gir, who was already tossing the meat into Fergis' large maw like it was all a game.

"Gir, what happened back there?" She asked slightly worried. She didn't want the servant to go blabbing paranoid ramblings to everyone in the House.
"Never mind, finish feeding Fergis and let's get going." She interjected immediately, deciding it would be better to stop the servant from blabbing anything and having to try and fix it after wards.

She grabbed the buckets effortlessly and left them at the bottom of the stone steps so Fergis could reach them more readily and guided Gir, who went rather reluctantly, away from the gargoyle and up the stone stairs. She let herself into the House using the key hidden in her back pocket to unlock the door. She stopped him from running into the hallway, and had him wipe his feet first and then let him loose, following after him into the House.

Imordana cringed inside when she saw the footprints Gir was leaving on the floors as he dashed through. She chided herself on forgetting to tell him to wipe his feet before she had let him loose. She'd have to see into him getting some sort of indoor shoes so that while he was there he wouldn't make any marks or sweaty footprints all over the floors.

She prided herself in the cleanliness of the House. She made sure herself that everything was in tip top order and cleaned perfectly at every moment. It was an obsession of hers that she couldn't help but have, she had after all been pretty much raised by an obsessive compulsive servant when she had been young.

She tried to let her annoyance fade away when she realized that Gir really didn't know any better. After all, he had been living on the streets and no one had taught him the common courtesies that young children had drilled into them. She smiled at him, when he tried to salute her in military style.
"Thank you Gir, I try to keep the House pretty and clean. If you don't mind, could you stop dashing about and opening doors like that, you don't know who's in there and there might be things going on that you mustn't disturb."
Right as she ended her sentence, Gir swung open a door revealing Gir'branur and a servant girl in a very compromising situation. Imordana ran over and slammed the door shut, smiling weakly at Gir's red face.
"Like that. Why don't we go...find your room."

She supplied, rather horrified that she and Gir had had to see what had been going on in the room. She'd definitely have to have a talk with her brother later on, she was glad though that she had moved so quickly or the attentions of the two individuals would have been turned to Gir. That was not the way she wanted Gir to be introduced to the household.

Without any further words she turned and led Gir off down the hallway towards her quarters and the room she had in mind for him to stay in. It was possible they would need to clean it up a bit and see to putting some decorations up that would make him feel more at home, though they could do that later. She really just wanted him to know where he could run to if he needed a safe spot to go in the House, should he end up on the wrong side of Gir'branur or Ad'hemar.

Imordana's gaze went to Gir when he spoke to her. For a brief moment she actually considered letting him clean up after himself, then several images came to mind of what he might do with the cleaning equipment and how that might cause unrest in the servants quarters, as well as panic. She shook the thought out of her head, and smiled faintly down at Gir.
"That's alright, I'll have one of the servants take care of it. Right now we should check out your quarters and see if they need cleaning. You can clean up in there if you feel like it, seeing as the room will belong to you. Or you can let one of the servants do it for you. Whatever you feel like doing. It depends on who you want to have access to your room and what makes you feel the most comfortable."

With that, she didn't say another word until they arrived at the door of Gir's new room and she opened it and let him have a look around. It was mostly dusty, with several large spider webs in the corners. The fireplace was full of soot, as though it hadn't been cleaned in years, which made her frown. No room in the House was ever supposed to look like this, ever! One of the servants had shirked his duties and not fulfilled his orders. She'd have to get to the bottom of it and have the servant delt with accordingly.

"Well at least the bedding is clean." She murmured, as she inspected the blankets and sheets on the four post bed, which took up a good fifth of the room with it's massive frame.

"Why don't you settle down, however you can, while I go gather some supplies and servants to clean this up. Please stay here until I return, I'd rather Gir'branur and Ad'hemar don't meet you until later. We should have enough to discuss a few things before you meet them at dinner. They really don't take well to me or anyone I bring in, so please keep that in mind." With that said, Imordana strode out of the room purposely to find what was needed, as well as to send a message to Dra so to let him know she was disappointed in not seeing him at the market and to figure out another time in which to meet.

Imordana spied Zho'shurin when she strode out of the room, and beckoned him over with a hand signal. Then she relayed what she needed and what she wanted done in the room next to hers. The older servant seemed rather perturbed by her bringing a new person in the House, but was wise enough to to say so to her face.

"If you're smart, you won't confront him. He's a bit mad. As well as quite the illusionist." She warned him, before she left him to go back to her quarters.

The expression on his face was priceless and had her laughing under her breath the entire way back to her quarters. She let down the protective ward and slipped inside, putting the spell back up. Inside her quarters she went about readying the scrying bowl, and was able to get a hold of Dra' easily enough.

"You weren't in the marketplace." She said rather sharply, her annoyance showing on her face.

Dra'nafiel shuffled something in front of him, looking rather nervous and upset at her accusation.

"No, I wasn't. I was called away to attend to something for my Master. I apologize for not anticipating it. I can send a courier with the spells any time you'd like. Or you can wait until tomorrow and meet me in our old meeting place." He replied, blushing at the mention of the location they had used for their trysts in the past.

Imordana thought about it for a moment, then nodded her assent.
"I'd rather meet you, so that will work for me. Perhaps..we could even do more than the planned exchange." She suggested, a provocative smile sliding on her face. "I have an odd question to ask you." She added, a sudden thought coming to her.

"What do you want to know?" Dra' asked, his voice going husky and his eyebrows shooting up suggestively.

"Calm your hormones Dra', this has nothing to do with our meeting. I was more so wondering what would be done with an illusionist who had gone mad." She bite her lip, worry riddling her. She really wasn't sure that it had been a good idea to ask it, but she wanted to know. She wasn't about to let anything happen to Gir, and knew she'd have to keep her siblings in line so that they didn't notify any authorities about him. That definitely wouldn't do.

"Well, they'd probably destroy him. Any magic user would be instantly killed if it was discovered that they had gone mad. They don't like to have such people roaming the streets and being a threat to the population. There really haven't been too many cases of insane magicians though, which is a blessing considering how easily a magician can snap from all the pressure they're under nowadays." Dra' replied.

"Alright, thank you. I'll meet you tomorrow then. Have a nice night." Imordana replied, with a happy smile on her face.

"You too." Dra' replied, his expression happy as well.

Well..that wasn't a good thing. It was a good think that she had thought to ask. She had figured something like that might be done to people who had gone mad. Which was probably why her siblings didn't want to admit their Matron had gone mad. She might have been ostracized from society and then killed, which Imordana supposed would not have been a good thing for the standing of the House of Fi'reth' ul. Perhaps it was a good thing she had changed her plans and decided to deal with the Matron in a more...private manner.

Still mulling her plan over in her mind, she left her quarters and went back to the room that she had left Gir in. She was rather surprised to see that he had moved the bed and bedding and had put it in the middle of the floor. The servants were cleaning the floor around the mattress, as well as the ceiling, the windows, and the grim off of the curtains. Zho-shurin didn't look very happy about the state of the room, and was barking orders off to the others to work faster and to get everything perfectly clean. Gir, was still sitting on the mattress where she had left him early, completely happy to just sit there and watch the work go on around him. Imordana smiled, perhaps she would be able to make this work after all.

"Come on Gir, it doesn't look like they need you here in the midst of the cleaning. Zho'shurin it appears the guest doesn't have need of the bed frame, you can remove it and put it elsewhere. And for goodness's sake, replace the curtains they're not worth saving. Gir and I are going to join Ad'hemar and Gir'branur for dinner. Please have the room cleaned by the end of the meal. " Imordana shot over her shoulder, as she led Gir out of the room.

Imordana wasn't surprised to find Ad'hemar and Gir'bran'ur waiting rather impatiently at the long table in the dininy hall. The food was spread out on the table, a feast for the eyes, and nose, not to mention the mouth where it would soon be. Imordana was able to keep her mouth from watering at the sight of the food, though at the moment she was more concerned with her brothers' reactions to meeting Gir for the first time.

"Brothers," She began, sweeping her gaze over them and indicated Gir, who was standing to her right side looking like a puppy dog, his eyes wide and his tongue practically hanging out the side of his mouth at the sight of all the food on the table in front of him. "This is Gir. He is an illusionist of exceptional abilities, and he will be residing her for the time being. He is going to help me with a job, so he is really none of your concern. Feel free to pretend that he isn't even here."

Inwardly Imordana was laughing hard. There was practically no way that they would be able to pretend he wasn't there, when Gir started using his illusions to taunt them. This was going to be the best week ever, she could feel it in her bones.

Gir'bran'ur's lip curled in a scowl as he glared at the childlike Gir standing next to his sister. It was despicable! Such a drow should be taken out and put out of his misery instead of being allowed to live in such an obvious state of mind.
"Someone should put the damn fool out of his misery." He muttered darkly, not really caring if the drow in question heard him or not.

Ad'hemar just looked Gir over carefully before taking a seat at the table, once Imordana had taken hers. His brother and the new illusionist followed suit. He didn't quite agree with his brother, but he was slightly disturbed by the obvious worshipful expression in Gir's eyes when he regarded Imordana. It was as though he had been brain washed into service. Ad'hemar frowned, there was something that he didn't like here. He'd have to keep a careful eye on Gir, and make sure that Imordana wasn't taking advantage of the young drow.

As each brother regarded the new drow, Gir was rather oblivious to their stares sitting in the tall backed chair. Imordana leaned over and spoke to him in a low tone saying,
"Let's wait on the illusions for now. Just be yourself and enjoy the meal."

Imordana held back the laugh that threatened to escape at the rather horrified expression that crossed Gir'bran'ur's face when Gir addressed him in his usual cheerful manner. Gir'bran'ur backed up, as though repulsed by Gir and fingered the hilt of his sword, shooting a rather pleading look at Ad'hemar. It was almost as if he were asking for permission from the elderboy to take out Gir. Imordana readied a spell in defense of Gir, shooting a rather possessive and challenging glare at Gir'bran'ur. Meanwhile, Gir stood there rather oblivious to the stand off that was happening on his behalf.

Ad'hemar ignored the two of them, choosing to focus on Gir and assess the young drow for several moments. After a few moments he signaled Gir'bran'ur to stand down and gave Gir and Imordana a rather bemused smile.

"Hello Gir, it is a pleasure to meet you. I'm glad to hear that you're happy in the service of Imordana. Shall we eat now?" The later was addressed rather sharply to his brother and sister.

Imordana frowned, wondering why Ad'hemar was acting so chummy with Gir. There had to be some sort of plot going on in that head of his. Of her siblings, it was Ad'hemar that she worried about the most, his being the more analytical and calculating of the two of her brothers. Imordana hoped she'd be able to figure out what he was plotting before his plans caused hers to go awry.

The siblings seated themselves, Imordana at the left side of the Matron's seat, with Gir on her left. Ad'hemar was across from her, and Gir'bran'ur was two seats down from him. After they had gotten comfortable did the servants bustle in an start serving the food.

Imordana was a bit surprised to see Gir become more aloof and drawn back, as he ate the meal. She wasn't too surprised by the illusions that occurred during the meal, they were actually making the silent meal a great deal more bearable for her. For once, it was Gir'bran'ur who was at unease at the table. He had at one point reached for the salt, only for it to dance away from his hand which rather startled him. And then his napkin started flapping around the table, joining Gir's in flight. Imordana almost lost it though, when Gir'bran'ur's knife flew from his hand and stuck its self into his roth steak, causing him to jerk back his eyes wide with fright.

Ad'hemar practically ignored the whole thing, nary saying a word or raising an eyebrow at what was going on around him. Gir'bran'ur however became more agitated the more the table ware and condiments moved around in front of him, or danced away from him. It was him who reacted even worse when Gir suddenly stopped eating and went completely still staring straight off into space, as though Gir'bran'ur wasn't even sitting across from him.

"He's demented isn't he?!" Gir'bran'ur demanded practically jumping out of his seat, his nerves completely fried.
"Don't talk about him like he's not even here, Gir'bran'ur. Now sit back down and finish your meal." Imordana replied, folding her napkin and pressing it lightly to her lips then resumed to eat, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
"Well he's not really here is he? He's off somewhere in the cosmos!" Gir'bran'ur shot back. "You really ought to put him out of his misery, he's really not living in the state that he's in!"
"Gir'bran'ur, sit down," Ad'hemar spoke sharply, while casting a rather baleful eye on Imordana. "I don't believe you realize what our dear sister is up to, so let me explain it to you."

Gir'bran'ur appeared rather puzzled by Ad'hemar's statement but sat down since he was curious to know what the other knew. Imordana was rather wary, wondering what Ad'hemar had managed to surmise from studying Gir, and couldn't help but feel rather nervous. If Ad'hemar had figured out what she had brought Gir home for, it wasn't going to work. Though from what she had seen, Gir hadn't really bother Ad'hemar at all. So she'd have to find something else to keep him busy, while Gir took to dealing with torturing and "playing" with Gir'bran'ur.

"Our sister," Ad'hemar practically spat with contempt. "is trying to convince us she's correct in her assessment of the Matron's condition. That d'Maorda is as mad as she suspects. What better way to do so than to bring in a young drow that's completely insane himself. She's hoping that instead of serving the Matron as faithfully as we do, we will begin to question the orders the Matron issues. And we will start to defer to Her orders. Doing such a thing would surely bring Lloth's wrath on our House once more, dooming it to fail. Your plan was doomed to fail dear sister, perhaps if you had kept his madness hidden you might have stood a better chance." Ad'hemar replied coldly.

Imordana somehow managed to keep her laughter from erupting from her throat, and stilling her features so not to give away her relief. She was rather thankful that Ad'hemar hadn't been able to determine her real plot, otherwise she wouldn't have stood a chance. She knew that everything that had happened would be relayed to the Matron and she would be demanding to see the "mad" illusionist in her daughter's employ. She'd have to go over a few things with Gir before she allowed their meeting to occur.

"Ah, you're too smart for me dear brother," Imordana said shortly. "You've figured out my plans. I suppose you should inform the Matron of what I've been up to."

Ad'hemar frowned at this, and cast a speculative glance over at Gir. She knew he'd be racking his mind to why she admitted to the plot so easily for hours, perhaps a day or two before he realized his mistake. He shoved his chair back, and got up from the table, almost crashing into a servant who was carrying a tray of dirty dishes. The servant deftly avoided him, and Ad'hemar strode from the dining room with Gir'bran'ur at his heels.

Imordana sighed. Thank goodness that was over.
She turned to look at Gir, and touched his shoulder lightly with her left hand, hoping that it would bring him out of his out of body experience.