Keen elven eyes studied each group member in turn as they spoke or did not speak. The only male in the group, a most unfortunate fellow, seemed quite sullen and furious for his predicament. Did he too wish to subject himself to his female partners mercy? Perhaps his desire to become one of the Ilythiiri was enough, the Magistrate could understand that; Many sought to become more than they were, even if such a desire was unrealistic and quite pathetic. The two which caught the Magistrates eyes, for no more reason other than their total silence, were the two in the farthest reaches of the group. One with her exotic red hair and another with pure black hair, black clothing, and white skin. A Shadow mage, he surmised, as he examined what little their was to examine. Here in the Underdark, there was a strong following of the Shadow arts, but still not as many compared to Clerics and the Arcane Wizards. The red haired one did not stand out, besides her hair, anymore than the other females. He wondered if there was more to that one.<br/><br/>Returning his gaze back to the lovely Ciara, his eyes stealing a glance at her ample cleavage, he stared into her eyes for many moments studying her calculating, devious eyes. He knew she could potentially make a good Drow simply by virtue of her devious behavior, however, that simply was not enough. Her companions he was less sure of, although the male had potential as long as he was not cowed for fear of retribution from his female pack leaders. For now he had to think.<strong>Rest, go stay at the Drathmir inn, you will be safe there as I own it. It is but a few streets down, stay on the main road. In the morning, come see me and I will have a decision for you. There is much to think on.</strong>With that he waved them out and went back to reading his book.<br/><br/><br/>They left the building and reentered the main road to see a patrol of Drow mounted on giant lizards walking by. The Drow paid them no attention as they made for the gate. They could feel the mild pangs of fatigue beginning to strike home but the excitement of having arrived was still strong as well, perhaps they would get no sleep or instead fall into blissful slumber. Proceeding further into the city they saw several Inn's, Dancing Maiden, Rain's End, Wyrstern, and others, none of which were the Drathmir; perhaps they had not gone far enough? The number of hawkers increased the further they went in, all trying to sell exotic Drow goods, some surface food. The area seemed pock marked with sellers, while other areas was mostly Inn's or various other establishments or homes.<br/><br/><br/>Their conversation with the Magistrate still fresh in their minds, everyone had to wonder, did it go well? Truly they had no clue, for no one had ever dealt directly with a Drow before. Was it good they had dealt with a male? The rumors abounded that Females were ruthless, cruel, uncaring bitches, while the rumors of males spoke of little better but that males could make slightly safer partners as they had to work together more often to achieve status in a female dominated society. Lack of experience felt like a brutal weight put upon their shoulders; before they had come, each and every one of them had a purpose a desire, a skill and a place in society which gave them confidence and the knowledge they were good and perhaps on the top of the food chain. This no longer applied. Here among the Drow, each and everyone of them were once more at the bottom of the food chain; and they all knew it, could see it, feel it. Were they no better than slaves? The obvious answer was yes they were better, but rumors had told them that even a free person who had no worth, was no better than a slave who at least had the worth of shoveling the filth from the streets.<br/><br/>Only their strength and determination would bring them through this or they all would end up dead or enslaved by some Drow who found them amusing. Their only other option, was to leave now while they had yet to make a slash, a name for themselves in a society where a name could mean the difference between death and life, and at an even greater effect than on the surface world.