Alyana followed Maxis in complete silence.  Her eyes skimmed the hallway before her, taking in the art work, the rich tapestries.  She did not bother to guess at the Master's will, it was not her place to do so.  When her slaves and servants were ordered to do something they did it without question, without thought, and she would give her Master the same courtesy.<br/><br/>Alyana could remember her turning, even if she forgot teh first couple hundred years after that.  his touch was like a physical memory, his bite ingrained always in her mind.<br/><br/>Her eyes shifted to Maxis' back as they walked, and she was not surprised that she had the same urges toward him as she had toward her only Master.  Still, he was not her Master, and she did not show him that respect.  She showed him the respect he was due as Assassin, and nothing more.<br/><br/>As they came upon the Master Dracosi, Lyana knelt slowly, gracefully, her head dropping for a moment in full submission.  As her Master spoke, though, she lifted her head to meet his eyes.  She listened to his words without a word, without a movement.  Her many years as Sorceress had taught her how to be as as still as marble, as silent as the true dead.<br/><br/>When his blade first pointed it's cool tip at her she looked no more afraid than she would have of steel, but when he spoke of it's true make, her eyes dropped in subservience, a chill of fear, of the true fear all knew at the mention of those long gone, ran through her, reminding that immortality was truly little more than an weak illusion.  Even the most powerful could die, and she was not yet the most powerful.<br/><br/>When he told them to rise, and gave Maxis the order to strip them, she again lifted her head, and stood very still.  She knew what was to come, she saw the electro whip, but she did not shy away form it.