<div class="floatright">   (http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/EyeoftheAssassin.jpg)</div>Hannibal was a man that feared very little.<br/><br/>But despite his lack of fear and the confidence of a killer within him, the Underdark was causing his dark little heart to tremble.  Every sound had him glaring in the direction it had come from, as if challenging the darkness.  What might emerge wasn't what worried him...what worried him was whether or not they would survive to accomplish their task.  The lot of them had all one common goal in mind, and it was something that some might consider absolutely foolish...become drow.  Give up their humanity, and transform, magically or otherwise, into a dark elf, the very creatures who the surface world often associated with hatred, fear, and loathing.<br/><br/>To Hannibal, it was the epitome of his existance.  Ever since he'd first encountered the dark elf that had come so very close to killing him, he'd been obsessed with somehow coming to understand just what it was that allowed these flimsy little creatures to be such deadly warriors.  Surely with their slight frame and nimble weapons they could not be more than annoying pests.  But Hannibal, of all people, knew that a nimble dagger could do much more harm than a hulking greataxe...especially when weilded by a trained killer like himself.<br/><br/>As they neared the glimmering city, Hannibal's eyes widened, then narrowed.  He didn't want to be taken unawares by any that might be watching he and his group of traveling surface dwellers.  A small part of him knew they were outmatched....the city was surely teeming with thousands of the dark and nimble warriors.  But another part of him, the warrior who wouldn't surrender, the killer who never stopped until his foe was dead reveled at the thought of facing another dark elf, this time on his home turf.<br/><br/>Pushing his bloodlust away, he focused on his task.  They were here for one reason and one reason only: become dark elves.  They'd traveled this far, and it was far too late to lose focus of their goal.  Straightening his shoulders, he stopped, peering at the sign ahead, before turning back to his traveling companions.<br/><br/>"That's a good a place as any to start, I'd say..." he said.  "Or should we look elsewhere?"