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As he returned to his home, he seemed to avoid any contact, even those of his own guards. It had been a tiring turn of events, and he just wanted his rest. He made his way to his bed chambers, and changed into something a bit more comfortable. He sat on the end of his bed, pouring himself a glass of wine from the bottle he kept by his night stand.

As he sipped of his wine, he thought more on the ring now around his finger. He wasn't sure if he should look on it as a sign of distrust, or as a tag to show he was needed. While pondering this, his mind seemed to keep going back to the moment the Matron had gathered up his silk like hair in her fingers. The thought stirred feelings of excitement and uneasiness.

He sipped the last of his drink and sat the glass on the night stand. He laid back on his bed, letting his eyes look over ceiling over him. "What a confusing game I have before me, and for the first time in a while, I'm not sure I know all the rules." He closes his eyes, breathing deeply, as he tried to relax.

He was a bit alarmed, he was yet to meet any manor of creature that could get past his watch towers, but he knew well that Val'atar wasn't -any- manor of creature."I don't have time or energy enough for lies Lord Val'atar. I only did what was natural, judge me from there. It was obvious that you didn't find my opinions to be do your liking, so I went somewhere they were. You yourself found the Matron to still be within the good of the city, so as long as that holds true I am still your ally as well. As I said before, I am willing to share what I know to make this city better, stronger. I'm not sure if my letter has reached you let, but in it was an apology, mostly for my rather hasty behavior before in the council. No matter how I felt, I should had remembered I was still new to this city. I also wanted to say the way I had spoke you to before was out of arrogance, and that I wanted to indeed be allied with you. If you accept that or not, or if you spit on my visit to the Matron, it's no longer a concern of mine. Here is some truth. If you do find a knife in your back, I will assure you that it wont be mine."

He sat up from his bed, filling his glass again with wine. "Besides, if you came here to do something about it, at least have a glass of wine with me." He swished the wine around in his glass before taking a small sip. "I don't doubt for a second if you wanted me dead, I wouldn't be alive right now, so it must be something else on your mind. Care to share it with me?"

He thought it over a moment, letting the liquid in his glass wave this way and that as he tilted the glass. Not much time passed before he looked up to Val'atar with his response. "I feel that, I and the Matron have much in common. I felt drawn to her, and what the cause of this was I do not 'fully' understand. Maybe it was just in my blood, as it is for all drow, to seek power and status. Maybe it was much more, something I'm not meant to know yet myself, but I do know I don't question the path I feel was meant for me to follow. Obviously that was not an answer to your question, but it was the reason I will give you the answer I'm giving you know. If I feel what the Matron does goes beyond what I feel is right, I will stand before you in person and report it, as well as take action." He smiled and place the glass to his lips, finishing the wine in his glass. "I'm sure that was not the answer you were looking for, but also, I'm assuming it was more than you expected."

As Val'atar vanishes from his bed chambers, a smile forms on his lips, "That should be my line Lord Val'atar...but I already have a feeling you will impress me greatly." He lays his head back on his soft pillows, allowing his eyes to close and rest in full comfort. This rest was will earned, and will be enjoyed greatly.

The eye in his forehead sinks back into his skin, and his eyes flutter open after a second. He was only able to see images from the sight of the spiders, so all he was really able to gather was there was a great deal of rush around the House of the Matron Mother. Intrigued, he moved out to see about the fuss himself, not good to be left out of the loop after all.

The Fifth House and School to Drow History, Val' Rilyniryn, Had been quiet for far too long. Lord Llmryn myself had not seen anyone in person sense the leaving of Marton Eclivice and the only ones on the House grounds now are just the twenty personal guards that keep watch. In the underdark, inactivity is a sign of weakness, asking for looters and power hungry house leaders to be lining up at your doorsteps. But in this case, it was quite different.

The school year has ended for now, and the halls and grounds have grown silent without the presence of the students. And out of the hundreds of students that entered the school, about sixteen of them never made it home. But that's common enough isn't it? Missing drow and back ally murders are daily life in the society we live in...and that's just it. Who is going to miss only sixteen? It's what one can call, acceptable loss.

Deep below the school branch of the grounds, Llmryn steps down a case of well carved marble stairs. As he steps off the last of the steps, he enters his personal underground lab. As of now, he is the only one to know of this part of the school, and would gladly act in any way needed to keep it that way.

The lab is very spacious, walls of stone and decorated with the finest of crafted marble. The lab it lit the same was as the school and house, with the pipe line and self casting rune system he created. Many table, viles, torture racks, dissection tools, and green liquid filled tubes are places around the room. To anyone that ever did see the horrors of this room, it would be obvious that some true atrocities had been committed here. Even the cruelest of drow may turn away from the sight of these experiments.

He walks over to the first of the tubs that line the walls to the right and left of the room from where you would enter. There were twenty-one tubes in all, teen along each wall and then one at the center of the room. But for now, only sixteen had occupants. He watched as the victim inside was forced to be keep alive and unconscious while an long tube, that was attached at neck and drilled deep into the brain between the cerebellum and brain stem. The cord ran from each tank and then fed into small viles on the far back fall from where you would enter.

"Well then, my lovely students...what is it you will teach me this day?" He moved over to his favorite of the work tables, where his research journal lay open. "If I can perfect even one working prototype...I can finally drop my little act for all the little puppets of this city." He read over his notes and checked his new logs, as he would everyday he would come down to the lab. In truth, he had a, somewhat, working, prototype of his newest experiment, but it was not one he was willing to use on himself. And that was the trouble. There is always bound of be consequences...when you try to steal from the Gods.

The grounds had grown silent if the absence of Lord Llymrn, not even small vermin were seen in the halls. Something terrible must of happened at some point. Well trained eyes would see that many daily lives of students where suddenly interrupted. Books lay open on many desks in the school. Lab books littered the tables in the research and development rooms. Student and teacher belongings alike lay in the halls. Something silent, and troubling befell this place.

After all this time, no one, other than a few daring children, dared to set foot past the front gates. Not only that, but with Lord Llymrn also nowhere to be found, no questions about this have been able to be answered. Few say Llmryn somehow took the lives of all these drow and vanished to escape punishment for his acts. But, most say he vanished just like everyone else.

Now, out of nowhere and just as obvious and noticeable as a drider on a city street, all the lights of the main house lit up. Even the four guardian watch towers groaned and shifted about as dust fell from the very bricks that constructed them. A familiar figure, the living manifestation of this house's history, stood once more at the gates. His deep purple silk shirt was a signature piece of apparel for the master of this house. Lord Llmryn Val' Rilyniryn had once again shown his face in this city. And with his return, he brings with him just as many questions as he had left the city with.