The half dragon drow stared at the man for several moments, before slowly and carefully enunciating every word. "First, you will not call me young lady. I am older than you by at least three folds, and will be referred to as Mistress or Mistress Illia, or I will remind you why the drow are feared, and the half dragons more so.<br/><br/>Second, yes I am here to claim this town, and will be assuming control immediately. Both points so far are NOT negotiable."<br/><br/>She deliberately let the silence add the 'or else' to the end of her sentence, before continuing. "You will immediately inform the town as to the change of hands first thing, and then call whoever you deem is necessary to inform me as to the workings of the town. For the moment, day to day things will remain in your hands, but the moment I have reason to doubt you are anything other devoted, loyal, enthusiastic, or competent, you will be removed from your post, mostly likely in a way to properly motivate your replacement. Lastly MY servant behind you will divest herself of that pike that she clearly has no idea how to use, and show me to my rooms. Any questions?"<br/><br/>She mentally congratulated herself on keeping the tone conductive to cowing a clerk, which this... thing obviously was, and made a note to have him removed to another building before she divested herself of her simple cloak. Being ogled openly tended to distract and ruin her concentration, as well as kindle the desire to cover someone in acid.