"My Daughter is a lady of many toxins. That alone makes her alchemical knowledge rather extensive." Abduxuel glanced at the rubble Micarmur'ss presented to Istrat. "We know it was a modified rockeater acid. Just give it a quick look for anything that may have been overlooked." The Archwinter matriarch placed more importance on the question of 'who' rather then the method used. If the fire was an accident then it could rest, but if it was set then someone would pay dearly for the inconvenience.<br/><br/>The matter of the Despana daughter and the trouble she was making for the entire house was a much more pressing matter. The woman could very well become head of the Despana house one day. This was a matter to be dealt with personally. He used the power of his house insignia to sound a telepathic message throughout the house. "I want one of m centaurs saddled up and sent with two priestesses and two corpseguards to escort the first daughter of house Despana to my throne room. Inform me when she approaches." The centaur mounts that Abduxuel owned could be very swift when needed, but their main purpose was to lend their strong bodies as an eye pleasing means of inner city transportation for Abduxuel, and occationally an honored guest. It suited drow sensibilities for such a strong masculine creature to be forced to become a sexualized beast of burden.<br/><br/>Then, while sexualized beasts were on mind, Micar seemed to be showing off his naked body to the timid house mage. "My brother is a well put together piece of meat isn't he?" Abduxuel sucked in air between his teeth and tightly squeezed the sex organ in his hand. "And he is entirely mine: Mind, body and soul." The matron said boastfully. "My dumb beast has pleased me many times, but hasn't had an orgasm of his own since I claimed him ten years ago."<br/><br/>The matriarch's words held no hint of jealousy. He paraded his weapon masters naked form around exactly to show off. Like any drow female Abduxuel held the capacity for a dangerous amount of envy. Males were pets and toys, not something to fight over. Then again his own vanity didn't allow him to see many other women as rivals to his beauty and power. He was a female at the apex of dark elf society. There was very little for him to ever feel jealous about.<br/><br/>"He will never have the satisfaction of shooting his big pent up load. . .never." Abduxuel leaned his head on Micarmur'ss' shoulder and cackled insidiously. "Do let me know what you discover about a suitable dragon, Antimony."<br/><br/>Abduxuel bis the construct "Follow me." He then continued to pull Mucarmur'ss along by his oversized dick. "A half dragon? Are scales what you find exotic?" The White Widow then commented about Micar's boast that he was more handsome then the construct. "You were spawned from the same union of flesh that made me. Of course your better made then that pillar. . .but don't ever grow too complacent in your position. Like any male, you are expendable."<br/><br/>(Abduxuel makes his way to the throne room to wait for the Despana first daughter)<br/><br/>(Ulviirryn returns to the magical laboratory to spend the rest of the day working on a magic wand of lesser vigor)