<strong>Location: Ghetto of Scholars</strong><br/><strong>Time: Morning</strong><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Janafae Llaeloth</span></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=351159)<br/><strong>HP</strong>153/153<br/><strong>AC</strong>27; Touch 10; Flat-footed 27<br/><strong>Status</strong>Golden Barding (Zekolyn, +8 Armor), Greater One Mind (Janafae and Zekolyn, +4 Listen and Spot, +2 Attack and Melee Damage), Greater Magic Weapon (+2 Lance); 20 hours<br/><strong>Condition</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Assisting the Handmaiden up and into the saddle with her was but a few seconds' work for Janafae.  Zekolyn was not a particularly large mount, after all, and in addition to being stronger than the average Drow, the Knight had a magic item enhancing her strength.  In a few seconds, the Yochlol had settled into the saddle, and then the woman's arms were about her waist.<br/><br/><em>“Let us hunt devils ussta Matron.”</em>A soft sensual voice in her ear, a light pressure at her back as the demoness settled in and made herself comfortable, the sound those nails of hers made while scraping across the front of her armor...  The Knight couldn't help the small shiver that ran down her spine as she drank in all these sensations, and she knew that her partner would be able to sense her excitement over the link.<br/><br/>This was a good opportunity.  It was a chance to prove herself, to show her strength and skill in battle, and perhaps even win some recognition from Lolth herself, depending on the outcome.  And so, the Knight and her mighty steed carried their very important passenger through the air in the massive cave system, flying along with the dragon's excellent maneuverability as they made their way to the target area.<br/><br/>Though Janafae would never admit it aloud, she was a bit disappointed when Xhyri'Neerune teleported to the ground before she could land.  Clearly, the Yochlol was more than a little anxious to get the battle underway, either wanting to gauge their combat prowess firsthand, or perhaps wanting a chance to tear into some of the devils personally, enjoy their pain and misery with that personal touch that came from ending them with one's own hands...  Either way, the Knight and her dragon were right behind the woman as their little group headed into the building.