The sorceress's ambition and curiosity meant that she would try for only the best. Seeing the room that oozes magic, she would knock on the heavy metal door, asking either the person who answers or someone who approaches her from the outside "I am an aspiring magic-user myself with a good understanding of the arcane, may I at least observe your rituals for the night, if not partake in them?" The statement was a half truth, the sorceress certainly would want to see how they do that magic, take notes for her own understanding, but is certain that partaking or being in the room with such rampant magic would be better than basking in the afterglow in the storeroom. If denied, the drow would look quite a bit resentful and press with "I wouldn't tell anyone if its a secret, I'm just very eager to learn." She would be honest in this regard, after all, a matriarch needed tight lips to keep their plans secret, it was how she never learned of the plot to kill her.<br/><br/>If denied after this, she would return to the storeroom, gorging herself on some of the opened bag, filling her stomach with the powerful magic grain until either the bag was empty or she could fit no more. She could almost taste the magic, though she was not aware of what raw wheat was, it didn't have much flavor, perhaps it was supposed to be made into something. The fact that only one bag was so magical was a curious thing, but  the tunnel-visioned drow didn't pay much mind as she gorged down every last grain until the only magic she could detect was in her gurgling belly. She would then fall asleep atop the bag, basking in her gluttony and fertility as her hand gingerly strokes her full belly. She would not start digesting the grain until she awakens, allowing for the magic to permeate her body thuroughly as she dreampt.<br/><br/>Her dream would be a strange one, to say the least. The dark elf was not afraid of the darkness, as she was born and had lived in it up until recently. She would look around to the green glow, trying to listen closely to the airy whispers. She would sigh softly as that barely-corporeal form penetrated her only just, before waking and digesting the whole bag.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">perception: 14+6=20</div></div></div>