Slender fingers delicately flicked a page of parchment aside, revealing two more sides of parchment for the eyes to consume. Jhul'ee read a book of Menzoberranzan's past, reminding herself of triumphs, losses, failures, mistakes, and recipes for success. The city was likely one of the longest existing cities in the history if the Underdark let alone the surface world and it lived because of the genius and will of the Drow and simply because their goddess willed it. Should Lolth ever will the mighty city to fall, such a day it would be upon its destruction. An interesting yet chilling thought, she had in a moment of imagination running wild. Of particular interest to her today was the quest set out by the cities best to find their, at one time, slumbering goddess and discover why she had gone silent and was ignoring or unable to hear their prayers. The one Drow whom returned, reported that Lolth was alive and well and had tested her faithful, as always. She had grown in power and was now more than she had been before. Just the thought made Jhul'ee smile. Lolth more powerful, it was something to smile about.<br/><br/>The matron mother sat in a most opulent chair, made of marble found from the surface, and red fabric also from the surface. The padding was made from rothe hide, so it was not as soft as it could have been but otherwise it was comfortable enough for a few hours of sitting. After all, Jhul'ee was used to wearing armor and few things could get as uncomfortable as armor. Her weapons, a sword and a mace sat against each side of the stone chair within easy reach should something or someone somehow breach the house defenses and guards and again manage to breach more defenses to assail her in her room; it was far fetched and quite ludicrous but a Drow rarely lost a bet when it came to caution. Her snaked headed whip rested in her lap, the snakes calm and sedate at the moment, each head rested gently on a part of either thigh.<br/><br/>Flipping another page she was interrupted as a knock sounded on the door to her room. Looking up with slight annoyance she closed the book and placed it upon the large marble arm of the chair, and rested her hand gently upon the book, her other hand on the other arm of the chair. The whips instantly came to life as the snakes began softly hissing, the heads bobbing in annoyance. Each head spoke to their mistress softly in her mind reassuring her they were alert. Jhul'ee knew them well and had no doubts they were ever alert to danger.<strong>Open.</strong>She commanded and the door opened at her command. A male solider, a handsome young Drow, stood abased as the door opened.<strong>Matron mother I bring word that the council is to meet within the hour by command of Matron Mother Ellysia Qu'larrin. I was given no reason as to why.</strong>He stood still staring at the ground and waited in complete silence. Jhul'ee's brow rose as the message was relayed to her and pondered the possible reasoning for a moment, ignoring the male before her. After several minutes she dismissed the soldier and commanded her door close.<br/><br/>Jhul'ee dressed herself in her finest outfit, one which revealed much of her full bosom and more than half of her sensual thighs. Her long boots covered up her calves ending at the knee. Once she was ready she took her sword and placed it at her side and left the silence of her room to find the Draegloth to have some words with him. Her whips waved softly from her hip, one of the snakes slowly wrapping itself around her waist stopping below her navel only to look out in front of her, ready to retract itself should the need arise for her to use the whip.