Aunrae watched as the group marched past, stopping when they noticed her small contingent. Aunrae waved her males down, as they had risen to take up arms in their, and her, defense. However, she'd seen and recognized the banners and symbols of the House of  Xiltyn. She stood as Vorn approached, allowing him to supplicate himself before her, even accepting the bejeweled ring as a token. She had held her hand out, and the ring was slipped onto her middle finger, resting perfectly between the digits. She stared at Vorn, measuring his worth. She had heard rumors of the male. Usually heated between the females, even her own minor priestesses were fawning over him. She reserved her own judgement, hearing instead his words as he spoke and measuring them against his body language.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">You truly are blessed, Lolth has seen fit to bring our parties to the same ruinous city.</span>" She purred darkly, turning her head to look out at the sprawling ruins of the once great city.  All manner of monster lurked beyond, perhaps even a few who could be convinced to join the loyal band of priestesses. It wasn't unheard of for Driders, Aranaea, or Chitine to join the cabal of Lolth. Aunrae wasn't much of a magic user, preferring instead to draw upon the Goddesses' power to fuel her magic. And if that failed, hardly ever, she had a wealth of martial ability to cut down her foes. Aunrae was a powerful female. She'd earned her place as the Matron of her House Zathlesz, her position as a Priestess of Lolth having helped earn her her place at the top of her Household. She was well spoken of, and usually in whispers for fear the Priestesses' many ears would find their lips moving.<br/><br/>Aunrae gestured at one of her males and they brought forth goblets of wine. She took hers first before offering the liquid fare to the male, Vorn. She took a sip and sighing from the pleasurable taste, gestured with her glass to the gathered troops. Mercs it seemed, and differing races in the lot of them. It seemed House Xiltyn held no racial prejudices. As traditional as Aunrae was, she understood the necessity to diversify a group for the gain of the whole. So it wasn't a shock or surprise. Instead, her own priestesses, at her nod, began wading through the lot of them, bestowing blessings as they went, some more physical than others for favorable drow males, but blessings nonetheless. Perhaps she could use this male after all.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">How well versed in Menzoberranzan history are you, male?</span>" she asked, preferring to keep his name out of her mouth just yet. He would have to earn that blessing. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Due to the small force I had come with, and my not-so-small task, I am in need of a force to brush away what rabble might be hidden among the ruins, save those that would join the Queen of Spiders. I seek only to restore the Lady of Darkness' temple. A feat, as you are no doubt aware of.  The Temples' history is enough to garner favor among the nobles. I seek what antiques I can find from the ancient Temple.</span>" That was all that she would say for now. Lore had it that there was a chamber of tomes and relics that would imbue the holder of more than one attribute and power of Lolth. Something, she was willing to allow her own priestesses to sacrifice themselves for, but if this males' force could do so, she wouldn't see the practicality of wasting good bodies just yet. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Aid me, male and I will see to it that you are well rewarded, and your House well blessed for it.</span>"