Location: House Llaeloth<br/>Time: Early Morning<br/><br/>HP: 130<br/>AC:<br/>Status: Under Effects of Alter Self, physical apperance: Drow<br/>Effects: Alter Self (70 Minutes), Nondetection (7 Hours), Continuous Spider Climb<br/>==============<br/><br/>Aeriyon approached the gates of the House and raked his fingers through his (now) stark white hair and sighed. Dealing with the Drow always left him feeling anxious since he knew they weren't precisely to be trusted, but in matters dealing with "honest" business they were polite enough if you had what they wanted. But they were do demanding and it grated on the professional assassin's nerves; but he did spare them having to see or deal with his normal human appearance and had used some magic to assume the likeness of a drow to more easily pass through the city itself. Sure you could if you had one of those special cloaks but that clashed with his intricate Cloak of Arachnida, a sign of respect for their beliefs to wear such a garment.<br/><br/>Once his nerve was sufficiently built, he'd pass through the guardians of the house gates with a pre-emptory glance, behaving exactly as a drow noble of it would. Not getting a second look he'd make his way inside and past a few of the other servants that ran through the corridors to tend to their duties or face a steep punishment. His job here was to deliver the special items he'd procured for one Elvas'thrae, he'd hidden them in the cloak to keep them from being detected and out of view to avoid thieves. Following the directions he'd been given upon acceptance of the assignment on where to drop them off; he'd soon find the mage's living quarters and knocked on the door. "Elvas'Thrae... I've got the items you requested." he said through the door in his practiced drow accent, speaking the dialect perfectly.