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-looks towards her with a laugh- "A devil.. one of the Baatezu. Did you know that there is a Blood War between his kind and mine? One that has been on-going since before your kind were cast down from the surface?" -He walks around her slowly.. watching her as if she were a new toy that might prove to be entertaining. "Your children will likely be sacrificed for his own ends.. that is the way of devils. Purposeful and cruel to the end. I assume you speak of Izaran.. though you should know that his power is less than my own. I could destroy him and your house if I wished it. I do not however.. he and you are both very useful to this city and to the Goddess."

"Well.. you have twisted the knife in my soul and I have complimented you. Perhaps now is a good time to dispense with the chatter and return to what brings you to my home?"

"What is happiness to a Drow.. or to a Cambion? Power.. vice, your house can provide both. You already knew that. You came here to test my reaction to the temple and to see how news of a groups of potential rivals would make me respond. You fail to understand that your valuable to this until you prove otherwise.. and then I will destroy you and your children as I have destroyed countless others. For that reason.. I hope you remain useful. Your a beautiful drow.. my shadows will see you to the gate. Darkness hide you.." -He turns and strides away without a backwards glance-

*poke head out from behind rock* ohhh...whats this?

(You know, I stated, if you read through it, that it hides its energy signals. That means traps etc. can't detect it. And it's not supernatural, since it's not ghostly in nature. It just hides in shadows and is really there to look for intruders more than to spy. Since both work for undead chick, Drachir likes to keep an eye on allies too in case they need help with things they can't detect.)

Drachir were standing in the middle of the room the whole time, refusing to sit down or take any refreshments that the slaves tried to offer. Being paranoid by nature, he only drank what he or people he really trusted, served him. He didn't react at all when Druugiir entered the room, not needing to turn his head to "see him. At Druugiirs' words about spying, however, he gave a small chuckle.
"Spy how? I don't got anything on me that can spy on you, as you will notice if you search through my possessions." He didn't mentioned he several months ago had sent out numerous, dust sized cameras all over UnderGaia that had infiltrated practically everywhere. He knew that no Drow could detect technology, so it was much safer to use than those of magical nature. Drawback was that Nakita often ate them at random and that they didn't manage to "see" as much as the bigger versions. At least they did what they were meant to do. "Besides, I don't need to gain any upper hand. I'm just here to sell stuff. I can do jobs your own soldiers are to scared to do or think are below them...as long as you pay the right price for it, of course. I can also sell artifacts and other magical objects, and forge armours, swords and make basic artifacts to suit you or your soldiers needs... Interested?"

"Of coarse.. I assume you speak of assassination and the removal of shall we say difficult individuals. I keep a stable of assassins myself, but the problem is.. they are only usable when I fear no discovery. As for the money.. I have fortunes hidden within pockets of space, enough gold to forge my fortress from solid gold if need be." -He waves a hand in dismissal, then rises and begins to pace slowly about.. watching Drachir- "You speak of artifacts.. magical I assume. I'm a collector of all things arcane.. especially artifacts of power. So, tell me of what things you offer.."

"Well, I carry mostly artifacts associated with over world gods, only a few of you underground gods..." Drachir said as he sat down on the floor, his feet crossed, and took out a small notebook. "I have for an example a special kind of silver cross, good against undeads. It's special because, given enough time, it regenerates the holy silver that you take of it to use for bullets, blades and so on. Oh, and if you're interested in more modern weapons I can get you that too, and train a few of your soldiers in the usage of them." Drachir twirled a pen in his free hand as he told Druugiir about this, at the moment lost in thoughts as he used to be when talking about these things. "I also have a type of pills I have made that completely change your voice down to the last detail. I use it for when I have to channel the power of the Gods of Metal and have to mimic their voices in song related summons or attacks." He paused for now, waiting for Druugiirs thoughts of the two items he'd mentioned before continuing.