Word spread quickly to the ears of House Auvryzynge, one of the Eight council houses of Menzoberranzan. Within the matter of minutes, an emergency escort of sixty four drow soldiers was whipped up, a number pleasing to Lloth. Matron Yaskiira, head of House Auvryzynge, was to be accompanied by her daughter, Dhauneari, her cousin and current Patron, Duaglyn... And her younger brother, former patron and head wizard, Omaras Auvryzynge. Omaras did not live within the confines of House Auvryzynge; He might have been deceased long ago if he had not wisely relocated himself to the Narbondellyn district, but nevertheless, he was not houseless yet, and his presence was required. There was an unspoken understanding between brother and sister here; When Yaskiira needed his assistance, she would not try for his life. It was a very simple arrangement.<br/><br/>When Omaras received her magical summons in his apartment, high on a stalagmite tower, he simply stepped onto his balcony and stepped out into the air. He did not plummet like a rock, instead, he gently floated down to the surface like a feather, the power imbued to him by his clan brooch making such a feat possible. Omaras knew of such spells that would have allowed him to levitate up or down regardless, but it was very convenient that he did not need to expel and exhaust his own powers to do so. He intercepted his sister's armed caravan as they approached the Narbondellyn district, which lay just outside of Qu'ellarz'orl, the plateau which held House Qu'larrin, host of the council. "Sister," Omaras greeted Yaskiira with a false tone of affection, nodding his head to her. He floated into the center of their procession, where the nobles of Auvryzynge were carried on a litter by big, orcish slaves.<br/><br/>Dauglyn, his successor to the title of 'Patron', rested his head in Yaskiira's lap as the Matron affectionately stroked his short-cropped white hair. Dauglyn was less of a patron and more of a lap-dog; His sister perhaps desired a more subservient partner after Omaras had been forced from the post. "Don't speak to me," Yaskiira said sharply, not even turning to look at him. She could only suffer his presence because she would look weak in front of the council if she did not have her most powerful wizard and her most powerful priestess in her company... Speaking of whom, Luamur'ss, a sister older than Omaras but younger than Yaskiira, sat at the front of the litter, crouching impatiently as if she meant to spring from its' edge and rush to the ruling council herself, impatient to hear what this emergency session was being called for. Luamur'ss had been a High Priestess for centuries. She had always flown beneath Yaskiira's wing, and though she had her own ambitions, she had no desire to unseat Yaskiira. There where some whispers in the halls of Auvryzynge that Luamur'ss would set out and create her own house soon, as many noble women did.<br/><br/>Dhauneari only accompanied Yaskiira so that she could stay within the Matron's sight at all times, untrusted to roam the halls of Auvryzynge alone. For that, Omaras was grateful; He imagined she was also an incentive for him to stick around for a bit. "Daughter," Omaras greeted happily, and his mirth this time was perhaps a little less strained. He wrapped his hand in hers and brought it to his lips to kiss her knuckles, a wicked smile on both of their faces, one that went unnoticed by the other three nobles.<br/><br/>They arrived at Qu'larrin several minutes later. Instead of bringing their entire procession inside, including the slaves hauling their litter, Omaras used his magic to levitate the entire litter into the air, and send it through the gates. Just a slight display of Auvryzynge's power on the eve of this council...