In previous years before she had found herself in the present company of her new companions Yuri had spent time searching in different caves and caverns searching for any clues which might help her find a way to the Drows underground homes.  But even those experiences had not quite prepared her for the complete solitude of these far deeper and ever reaching caverns the size of which threatening to boggle the mind.  There had been a number of times she had been tempted to turn to one of the mages and ask them why they did not try to provide some light but they had talked about many things before leaving one of which being that they did not want to do anything to bring undue attention to themselves as they made their journey.<br/><br/>Even though her hands rested lightly on one hilt or another of one of her two swords she never thought to draw one of them out.  In the utter silence of these caverns that sound would have been like someone screeching at the top of their lungs for the sound of cold steal scrapping on the edge of its sheath was already one of the most distinctive of sounds.  One that was very sweet music to her ears.  Her deep frown caving in her cheeks even more than her normal sour expression would have done.  Her sharp dark brown eyes missing nothing as they darted around at everything within her sight.  Even with her darksight some of these caverns were so vast that the ends of them could not be seen.<br/><br/>The unmistakable feeling of being watched plagued her heart and mind.  But she kept her lips sealed tight.  Nothing was going to stand in her way of achieving her life long goal.  Not even the startling sight of the huge arachnid caused even the slightest intake of her breath.  For years she had worked diligently in learning to control every single muscle in her body.  A fact that was attested to by its obvious strength.  The only sounds of their passing coming from their clothing but even those sounds were nearly non existent for all of them moved as if they were shadows themselves.  Yuri's clothing were all of a light leather armor that left her arms and legs free for movement.  Her forearms were covered with leather gauntlets that held some of her throwing knives which could be released at a moments notice for use.  The bracers on her legs held more hidden blades.  The armor had been of her own make and design.  It was the closest she could come from what she had remembered the Drow had worn who had attacked her fathers caravan so many years before.<br/><br/>Yuri met the leers of the men with her own cold unyielding stare.  Dark Elves or no she would not be the first to yield in a battle of wills.  Yuri had not come all this way and worked so hard just to be gawked at by some man that could not keep his eyes in his own head.  Her hand lightly resting on the handle of her long sword her eyes never wavering as she met and held one of the mans gaze.  Her blood yearning for action almost daring the man to act.  Yuri did not let any of the satisfaction she felt show on her face as the man actually turned away first.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"That's a good a place as any to start, I'd say..." he said.  "Or should we look elsewhere?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I believe you are correct. A Magistrate seems like the perfect place to start. Let's go." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Yuri glanced at the others (looking towards Hannibal first, she held a lot of respect for the man who had taught her quite a bit and had been the first to leave a scar on one of her arms in the process) in her group giving them all a slight nod before she followed after Kamilsa.  She would have liked to study the outside of the architecture more but Kamilsa was already opening the door to the Magistrates office and they had a far more pressing goal than just sight seeing to attend to.