The dark Priestess' face bloomed with a sinister smile, gesturing for a chair, and sitting gracefully once it was placed. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Ah, so you do know your history, studied well then.</span>" She remarked, crossing a leg over her knee, the skirt splitting to reveal the light grey skin of her thigh. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Surely, male, you were taught under someone of prestige,</span>" she fished. She knew well the House of Xiltyn. But the news of the House making off with small treasures, even a<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> Key,</span>was news. She licked her lips, watching as the key disappeared. Magic user. Aunrae tilted her head at Vorn, still smiling.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">I can see that you have great ambitions, Male</span>." She murmured, voice smooth as black velvet. It was almost unheard of for a male of their kind to attempt such a great....task. She nibbled a lip, contemplative. She could just claim the key in the name of Lolth, but it would require much more than just taking it. The Houses would have to meet. And a council would make the decision, though it would not be without subterfuge if some other Priestess of Lolth sought the very same Key. Other Matrons would seek the treasures Menzoberranzan would hold, and that just wouldn't do for Aunrae. She sought the Temple Arach Tinilith alone. She would resurrect the great building in the name of Lolth, and command her supplicants before her there. Great power would rise to House Zathlesz, and if Vorn had a hand involved, so to would House Xiltyn be praised. Soon, Aunrae would show the other Matrons what it would look like to rule.<br/><br/>Aunrae stopped moving, as she felt the familiar crawling tingle of 8 legs run up her leg, and settle in her lap. A widow spider, resting it seemed. She stayed still, refraining from movement as the spider cleaned her fangs before crawling over her belly and chest to rest at the top of the chair and disappear down the back, crawling to whatever den she hid in the rocks beyond. Aunrae sighed. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Our Lady dost listen, and bless us with yet another sign. Being that as it may, I will  accept your deal, for the moment. If I find disloyalty, I will wring out every ounce of life from your bones, Male.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">" She threatened, always distrusting of even the best of intentions. She left a wake of male bodies in her path before when Courting had been a flight of fancy for her. She was no stranger to death. Aunrae stood, offering her hand to Vorn.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><br/>
"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">For now, share my fire, and my food, Male, have your...party set up camp, and on the turning of time we shall embark together to regain the great city of Menzoberranzan.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">"</span>