At first the silent darkness had comforted Kamilsa. She had always thought the world was too noisy and this perfect stillness and silence was a welcome relief. The pitch blackness wrapping around them was like a comforting blanket. After days of this and no sight of any kind of life at all she did begin to become a little uneasy. One of the things she had been curious about was the creatures who lived down here in these tunnels so it disappointed her deeply when they ran into nothing. Not even a mouse or insect. She had hoped to study the blood of these creatures of the Underdark she had heard rumors of but there seemed to be none. This was something very disconcerting to a Blood Mage who relied on the blood of others to perform her magics.<br/><br/>She was sure the disappointment and discomfort would be worth it though. They were on a quest to become what she believed was the most perfect being in existence. They were seeking to become Drow. The beautiful dark-skinned Elves of the Underdark who were feared and hated by all. That was exactly what she wanted to be. It would also grant her the one thing she craved the most: more time on this world.<br/><br/>Then, at long last, civilization, life! Even the curt directions of the guards were very welcome. That great spider awed her even as it sent a small chill down her spine. As the great gates finally opened she absently ran her fingertips along the hidden vials of blood along the edge of her skirt. Kamilsa always kept several on her person at all times but she had many more hidden in her extra-dimensional space. She walked with a cold confidence, holding her back straight as her hips swayed. Her long hair, which was as black as the deepest shadows, flowed down her back like a cape touching the backs of her knees. Her pale green orbs surveyed everything around them from the flowing architecture to the many beings that scurried or lumbered about.<br/><br/>Those dark-skinned Dwarves caught her attention. She immediately wondered what sort of magical properties their blood would hold. Soon she would have to get her hands on some to test it. The Blood Mage also planned on getting samples from all of the beings down here to test it and see if living in the Underdark changed it.<br/><br/>Archrand was even more beautiful than she had imagined it. She wanted to run her hands along the smooth stone of the buildings but for now she refrained from doing so. Kamilsa noticed the male Drow leering at her and the other women in the group. While she was very interested in experiencing a Drow male it would be on her terms not theirs. She glared at them as they leered, daring them to try something. If she hadn't known it would cause more troubles she would have drawn her scythe to look all the more threatening. When he spoke she looked at Hannibal and then to the place he indicated. With a nod she said, "I believe you are correct. A Magistrate seems like the perfect place to start. Let's go." The mage began walking to the building with butterflies of excitement fluttering in her stomach. They were truly here and so close to their goal she could taste it.