Mizrel peers out from her position behind Jacques, on his mechanical horse as they travel to the rift. When they reach a vantage point, she stood on the back of the beast, her hands resting on his shoulders as she peers at the Rift. Her crimson eyes narrow under her tinted goggles as she takes in the darkened structures.<br/><br/>"Those are like what I would have for camping. Those", she points at the distant buildings, "are drow, dark elves. It's daylight so they are inside, resting, likely. The creatures you see are slaves, workers. I'd give it a good bet that were are energy detectors that can and will detect the power cells of the bikes and horse soon enough." Frowning, she taps her teeth with a fingernail. "Now the question is, why are they here?" She mutters softly.<br/><br/>Where they here for her? She had left a number of enemies behind on her homeworld. Some of who would be glad to see her dead, but the odds of them successfully following her to Earth was impossibilly remote. She'd arrived thru a wild Rift. What House and City where they from? Was this the beginning of a invasion? A raiding party? A youth's Blooding?