Aunrae watched with disinterest at the rather one sided fight. Generally a Beholder was a thing to be wary of, but the male was much stronger than other's she'd interacted with in her past. It seemed Lolth had blessed her with a male who could hold his own. No doubt a scheme in the dark Mistress' plan. Aunrae waited patiently, and watched as the Kuo-Toan offered the Electrum. She took the pieces and added them to the purse. Something to be used for supplies and trade later for sure. Aunrae walked around the Kuo-Toan for a moment as he spoke to the Male, Vorn, before resuming her original place. It would take more than just their forces to secure this place again. Once they settled in Narbondel, she would see exactly how large the allied races in this area were. It would do good for them to see the Matron if it would band them together to cleanse Menzo of the fell beasts. Or perhaps the Darro and Duergar could be reasoned with at a different time. It would stand to reason that they would go for the most direct and unobtrusive route to Narbondel.<br/><br/>Aunrae accepted the dagger, smiling at its color and shape. It was well sharp enough. She hid away the dagger in her robes, and turned to follow the Kou-Toan. She kept her eyes peeled, watching for any other attackers as they walked. She eyed Vorn in between scans, hand on the pommel of her own blade, an heirloom what's House sigil had been scratched out some ages before she'd inherited the blade upon her mothers' death. The blade bespoke of years of history. And bore an uncanny likeness to the blades of House Mizzrym. Some would even say, if they delved deep enough that Aunrae herself bore a striking resemblance to the House matrons of old. But that information was long lost. Her blood lineage was lost to records. Only the dust knew.<br/><br/>Aunrae cast a glance at Vorn again, smiling. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Not everyday you're travelling into an ancient city to retake her and rebuild what was lost. Maybe even find the lost relics of old</span>?" She smirked at him, the blade in her hand covered in blackness, as if the shadows crowded over it.