Vorn would bow as she allowed him to share in her meal. "<b>I am grateful, High Priestess." </b>He said, as he took a small handful of nuts. He was still standing however, as he would rub his hand on his fae, letting out a slightly shaky breath. Sweat was starting to appear on his brow. Despite being a skilled wizard, he had been fighting with his magic non-stop for the last week, given the distance from Chaulssin to Menzoberranzan, and the dangers surrounding both, so it was likely starting to take it's toll.. He would reach into his shirt and retrieve a Mana Potion, before he would look towards Aunrae. She had been acting like a hawk, watchful of any that approach. Now that he mentioned it, the priestesses seemed to have backed off, their gazes down cast and terrified. Could it have something to do with the Priestess she killed earlier? It was odd to kill one when your numbers were low as it was.<br/><br/>Vorn would tilt his head back as the glowing blue liquid would be downed, before taking a breath and bracing himself. Counting to ten, he waited for any possible psychic shock, and let out a relieved sigh when none appeared.  These things were dangerous and he had to be careful when taking them. He only had a few at his disposal and they weren't without their side effects. Vorn would stand as he unloaded his bag, aiming to re-equip himself. He would've tried to excuse himself from Aunrae, but the woman's gaze said if he had tried the answer would've been no, and if he had pushed the issue there would be hostilities, so he decided it was best to just get it over with. He wanted to begin exploring the city, but he wouldn't do so without<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fvignette.wikia.nocookie.net%2Fdeadliestfiction%2Fimages%2F8%2F80%2FDrow_armor.jpg%2Frevision%2Flatest%3Fcb%3D20130417205410&amp;hash=1bc8c3d0a3dccbd30dad1657b08342a6" href="https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/deadliestfiction/images/8/80/Drow_armor.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130417205410" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">armor</a>, which was just simple studded leather armor.<br/><br/>Vorn's body was a testament to his devotion to Lolth- In an ultimate act of self-sacrifice and ritualistic torture to the Spider Queen, he had laced his back with oil in a specific formation and lit himself on fire, enduring it's pain for days until the fire was extinguished, and then had priestesses work on a tattoo to represent his devotion, that his flesh belonged to Lolth. The<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fgasacgames.com%2Frpg%2Fapticons%2Flolth.png&amp;hash=aab05175b97c9fe274fe54c9be123459" href="http://gasacgames.com/rpg/apticons/lolth.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Tattoo</a>emblazoned across his back stood proudly upon his scared surface. He had worked, trialed, sacrificed, and even submitted to tortures such as poisoning himself with spider venom, so that his pain made him ultimately stronger and more beloved in the spider queen's eyes. Where most Drow looked as if chiseled by stone, he appeared to be machined from mithral. As for what marked him a man at birth....well, he was<i>very gifted</i>, let's leave it at that.<br/><br/>Finally armored, Vorn would open the pouch he had and reveal the investment his family made in his mission- Magic Items. He hadn't come to this city to fail, but he couldn't predict every outcome. These items allowed him to even the odds. A Ring of Feather Falling, A Ring of Invisibility, and a Belt of Dwarvenkind. Vorn wasn't lying when they said they took many items when House Melarn fell- these items were almost impossible to find and House Xiltyn wouldn't commit such valuable resources unless Vorn's mother, Matron Mother<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fcdna.artstation.com%2Fp%2Fassets%2Fimages%2Fimages%2F001%2F085%2F688%2Flarge%2Fsteven-bellshaw-drow-matriarch-by-seraph777-d82679e.jpg%3F1439748695&amp;hash=1a414de389b2ff43d7286b5f57e58dcb" href="https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/085/688/large/steven-bellshaw-drow-matriarch-by-seraph777-d82679e.jpg?1439748695" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Cazna Xiltyn</a>, or his sister, High Priestess<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Forig00.deviantart.net%2Fb2c5%2Ff%2F2008%2F342%2F6%2F8%2Fdrow_priestess_for_kanuka_by_niji707.jpg&amp;hash=77ee0b3224faa87dfe2dd5cf1c42583d" href="https://orig00.deviantart.net/b2c5/f/2008/342/6/8/drow_priestess_for_kanuka_by_niji707.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Faeryl Xiltyn</a>, thought that this was a matter of great importance. Whatever they were looking for in Menzoberranzan, they were staking a lot and committing a lot to retrieve it. Vorn was likely going to use this to scout ahead and speak to the Duergar.<br/><br/>Even if they were a pessimistic and vile race, greased palms can change hands. Vorn would then look towards Aunrae. "<b>I intend on scouting ahead and try to make contact with the Duergar. Do you wish to join me?" <br/>
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