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-As the wyrm stirred, a small jewel on the ring that encircled Val'atar's left pinkie began to change color. The band cooled to an icy chill, causing him to glance down for a moment and smile before resuming his activities-

-Deep within the Fortress spire of Qu'ellar Druu'giir, Val'atar steps from a dimensional portal into his secret chamber and pauses to check his wards. Satisfied, he sighs and moves to a large chair.. relaxing for the first time in several cycles. Glancing to the large ornate mirrors that hang around his chamber.. he watches the go ons of the city from several secret perspectives via hidden spells of scrying. Some mirrors link to people, others to locations and others still to places above the surface. Each surface shows the scene as if he were watching the place or person from that location. As he sits there plotting, he spots something that catches his attention.. a Nightwing rising from the Temple of Bones. Focusing on that mirror, he follows its passage far below, as it heads for the walls of Qu'ellar Kiltar. Val'atar purses his lips as he ponders the meaning of this, watching as Seth dismounts and apparently hurries across the grounds on an errand of some sort. He couldn't hear from this scrying.. he hadn't set it for that, but he was fairly certain even from this distance and without sound.. that if it was an invasion, that Seth would have come to his own House and not Kiltar. To be sure, he quickly glances to the other mirrors, but he saw nothing in the regions nearest the tunnels into the cavern, so something else must be happening. Curious, he continues to watch the scene unfold.. his magic focused to bring the distant grounds of that house into some what clearer focus-

She knew her mate had been up to many things. There was that chill in the air that spoke to her. Making her way to her chambers, double checking to make sure the fluffy tailed creaton was no where about, she shut the heavy doors. Taking her amulet off she strode back to her tomes. Something was nagging at her and she was going to figure out what.

She knew her mate was gone the lack of magic power in the air told her so. It did not matter though he was always doing something. Moving about she grabbed her cloak and contemplated on leaving for a bit herself.

Her ears twitched as she felt the wards flicker at the knocking upon the gate. Moving to where she could get a better view she looked out and down upon the gate.

Zarud smiles "Of course," he removes the cover of the cargo to reveal an 8ft tall iron spider, "As Lord Valatar requested."

As the guard approached her she narrowed her eyes inquisitively. Listening to what was said she dismissed him before making her way down to the gate and Drizzt. Her eyes took in the gardens and the gateway as she walked gracefully. Her beauty a rare one indeed as her figure moved to stand in front of the cargo.

"It seems as though Valatar has requested a unique toy.

*Drizzt walked with Erelala till they got to the gate. There, he stood back a bit from her, watching Zarud and this cargo with impassive eyes. He glances at Erelala, wondering to himself what this was all about. Of coarse he'd never ask, it wasn't his place to question the nobles. He was merely a common born Drow who had some skill with weapons, well more than some skill, he'd defeated many soldiers in his time and even the old weapons master. His claws were made by the Lord Druu'giir from some metal that Drizzt had never heard of. Far lighter than steel and sharper than anything he had encountered, they were also blessed with an enhancement that allowed him to move even faster if he desired. Regarding his claws for a moment, he turns his gaze back to Erelala and Zarud, smiling to himself*