It was still, and it was quiet. But then again, the tunnels of the Underdark always had a deadly emptiness in the air.<br/><br/>Lochar'Drizfryn looked up and studied his companions for a moment, gathered around their campfire for a rest. There were twelve of them in total, a scouting company assembled by the top six houses of his city in investigate these....until recently....quiet tunnels. They were nearly 16 hours out of their city, at the edge of the Drow's claimed territory. In the past week, many of the patrols out here never returned and it was determined that the tunnels had come under assault by some enemy of the dark elves. Each of the ruling houses sent two of their best to investigate, a priestess and a male warrior....the latter was more likely to be used as fodder, but the situation was important enough to call for houses to send highly skilled warriors none-the-less.<br/><br/>And Lochar was nothing to be laughed at. The second-born son of his house, Lochar enjoyed the fine life of a noble of the third ruling house....especially since the mysterious death of his older brother several months ago. Lochar grinned at the thought....his brother had it coming, anyways. Mages were so squishy, after all, and Lochar had graduated with top ranks in both stealth and efficiency from the Melee Academy.