Aunrae marveled at the riding lizard, certainly living up to the rumors between the minor houses, the Xiltyn bred a different kind of lizard in their stables. Unmatched in speed and agility, certainly fair to look at as well. Aunrae didn't particularly enjoying riding lizards, as it were, she enjoyed her own two feet. However, Vorn was correct, it was an enjoyable experience, especially so as she never really enjoyed riding. Aunrae dismounted to stand next to the lizards' head, amazed at the gates' dark splendor. Here she was. Menzoberranzan. Aunrae shivered with excitement. Ready to be cracked open and her treasures explored. She smirked. House Zathlesz had it's own secrets. Deep and dark. While Xiltyn and it's ancestry were busy with antiquities and the like, House Zathlesz was busy cannibalizing other minor houses, taking in males from other Houses until the demise of her mother.<br/><br/>During this time of absorption, Aunrae had done her duties as a minor Priestess before finally taking her Mothers' seat, defeating her own High Priestess mentor, and donning the Matron mantle. She was more than just the Matron Mother of House Zathlesz, she was the hand of Lolth. House Zathlesz' history was ruthless. Her opponents fled, died, or disappeared, and upon these actions, the House took no time in taking over the abandoned buildings, searching through old tomes and House treasures. She'd been on one such raid, and had uncovered an old heirloom journal. It had described the treasures within Arach Tinilith, and the importance of the Temple itself as being a place of power for Lolth.<br/><br/>Aunrae nodded at Vorn, agreeing that light would, even low light, aid in their search. Aunrae's eyes glittered, she was ready to take the Temple. It was her most ambitious goal, but first she would aid the male, for as long as she saw fit, or for as long as he proved useful. Whichever. She looked at the gate, still amazed at it's nearly untouched state despite the ruins behind it. Still though, she eyed Vorn, calculating. Wondering how much use she could get from the Male.<br/><br/>It would remain to be seen. So far his strength was all she needed. Once she held Arach Tinilith, she would be nearly unstoppable. She was more than happy to go along with the deal, so long as she got what she wanted. It would be her claim to fame. The ruling Priestess of Menzoberranzan. She'd be immortalized on the tongues of many for decades to come. That would be her legacy. Immortality in the minds of many. Aunrae shivered, excited by the prospect. She was so close.