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This performance is truly something wonderful, Shrirak thought eyes following the fourth dart's track before the dart's tip embedded itself in the slave's chest. Her lips curved, a smile formed, a smile that gave other shivers, for it spoke of a joy that could only be found in another misery.
"Oh, they must keep that one around," Her curved lip breathed out softly as she watched the human stumble and then slump to it's knees.

((Sorry, I wanted to continue as well, that was a terrible post,and I wrote it in about five minutes, I was on Chow when I had to write and, be and back by noon, so I didnt know if I would even be able to finish the fight after that))

Tagerion groaned loudly as the purposely painful injection of the anti-paralisis agent was given to him. It wasnt a full dose of the antidote, but it was enough for the moment.

He quickly walked to his armor, arms and legs still burning with the pain of the venoms. Without bothering to dress his wounds, except for pulling the darts out of his chest, he redonned his armor, giving even the defeated man the immediate apperance of a living golem.

While donning his helmet, he found the small vial, giving it a quick glance, he tucked it into a pouch on the inside of his breastplate.

The man began walking towards the direction of his master, oblvious to the glares and threats sent his way by the many Drow, all of whom had not yet recovered from the flash of light. His fellow slaves, on the other hand , were giving nearly imperceptible nods and salutes, he had lived many of their dreams simply by causing some harm to one of the Dark elves.

As he finally approached his master and the two other Drow, the small antidote began wearing off, and the overpowering feeling of numbness slowly crept its way up his spine. Yet he stood his ground

((Oh mai! Sy is alive?? Say wut??? 8O))

Looking out from one of the many balconies on the front of the House, Sy couldn't help but grin after witnessing the battle even though her eyes were watering from the radiance that had emanated from the slave's sword. The show of prowess had been proven to be indeed a good one. She had been extremely interested to see the final outcome but knew that the drow male would use every trick in the book to weasle his win. Her favorite part had to be the one where the assassin had flown through the air. She had in fact, laughed out loud. But when the spar was interrupted by the house guards who felt that the battle was getting out of control, she booed them all. It was even more of a disappointment that the whole battle was merely artificial. If terms had to be set, then it wasn't a real fight in Sy's opinion. Whether you lose an important member of the house or not, fact of the matter is if you set a fight, set it right. For Hun'afin to be second in power of the city, power and ranking alone could potentially replace House members in time. But the House's way of thinking was different then Sy's. And she had to take that into account no matter which way she sees it personally.

Sy watched the opponents leave the field. Noticing the assassin leaning over the fallen human and whispering into his ear. Sy quirked a brow at this gesture. She didn't expect the drow male to have much if any sportsmanship and even to a common rothe at that. Though the rothe had proven to be a well measured opponent, standard drow pride would have prevented this.

She then watched as the slave staggered to his feet knowing full well that a combination of the assassin's strikes (probably poisoned filled) and the crossbow darts started to take effect in his body. But the man was strong and got up to retrieve his belongings. She then noticed the small gesture the rothe pulled. He had retrieved something from his locks and placed it behind his breast plate. Besides imagining the toxins, shame, and humiliation running through his veins, Sy couldn't help but chuckle. Though it had appeared to her that the male was keen on actually finishing off his opponent which would have been the sight to see had it not been the cowardly house guard's interference, she had seen in just a matter of a few seconds, the pity from the drow male, and the acceptance of the human slave. What a fake fight it had been.

Recalling the spar she had once had with Veldrin brought a smile back to her face. And then she remembered the difference between a spar and a battle. Veldrin had healed her after jabbing her with his venom blade. But Sy had turned around with an attack that could have been the end of the Weapons Master, had she not called for the Priestess to heal him on her way out. Snickering all the while, knowing that once the male would had been revived he'd be immediately on her tail. Though this gesture at the time was not cowardice. It was purely a way to avenge her near death experience and to antagonize the male in a humours way, in Sy's eyes.

Placing her elbows on the railing of the balcony, Sy leaned over the edge and watched as the crowds dispersed as the assassin and rothe returned before Veldrin. Her eyes seemed fixated on the human.

Ambling among the dispersing crowd, Shrirak set out in the direction of the Jabbuk Veldrin and the other drow.
The performance was sadly short, but educational and interest nevertheless.Note the major point learned from this observation, is that this House is perfect for my need. A House that enjoy quality over quantity, and skills over fancy arts. No thick threads of rules to cloud my business. Nor any ham handed mock of Fool to think they know my job. They will keep out so long as it favors them and that I will glad do since it favors me too. In the end, for my final conclusion I announce stage 2 my now lift it curtains. Taking a pause in her walking. She thought joyful of the chaos in store for her old House as she slipped a jewel from her pocket. May my sister and her supporters enjoy the fireworks.
Gliding of her hand over the jewel, causing a dull sickly green cast to shone out. She slipped it back in her pocket and continue her way towards her new employer.

The stench of charred flesh mixed with ozone permeated the courtyard as Tagerion used his giant sword to cauterize the wounds inflicted by the four hand crossbow darts. While Veldrin found the smell to be quite pleasant, and was enjoying seeing the effects of the paralytic poison coursing through the human's veins, he did have other things to do.

He executed an about face and began to make his way back toward the central stalactite when he suddenly paused. "Malag," he said, twisting around to face the House Assassin. "Before you left, you had mentioned a friend who could be of use to the House. Bring her here tomorrow afternoon, and we'll see where things go from there."

Leaning forward slightly in the hopes of catching her new employers attention, she gave a small attention calling cough. She straighted before she said.
"I'm aware that there is a conversation, but I wish to ask of something. Seeing as I'm new and without a place of my own. I was hoping to find some living quarters here. Is it at all possible for me to be pointed in the right direction of where I can place me and my stuff?" She lifted the bag that weighed down her right arm.

Malag paused repectfully when the other woman spoke, though he seemed a bit annoyed. However, he was wiser than to interdict a woman's speech, particularly here. As Veldrin put off their conversation, Malag nodded calmly.

"I understand. The affairs of office are myriad, and you have responsibilites. I shall wait; I'm in no particular hurry."

He saluted, and tipped a polite bow to the women above, then departed quickly, his long strides carrying him easily through the dark corridors and past the scuttling servants. An odd feeling rose within him, a sense of belonging; this was his house too now... The faintest smirk slithered across his ebon lips, and he walked along calmly toward the Weaponmaster's office; though he was a talented spy and assassin, he knew precious little of politics and the influential people of the world outside. He hoped that Veldrin would be able to aid him, or perhaps give him something of interest to work on.