10:35/Throne Room/Abduxuel, Micar, construct<br/><br/>Abduxuel's choice of garments accented his feminine attributes. She was dealing with another high ranking priestess and would not allow herself to be seen, consciously or subconsciously, like a male. Males were stupid creatures of base function after all.<br/><br/>"Beast! Stay seated on the ground at my feat and don't look my guest in the eye." Granted it was behaviour that Micar already know to follow, but he was a male after all and could do with an occasional reminder.  More then that Abduxuel didn't want her beast breaking protocol in front of a high ranking female of another house. Micar was hers and when he needed to be punished, as all males do sometimes, Abduxuel liked to do it in her own way. Not whatever method was acceptable to some other female.<br/><br/>When the Despana first daughter entered Matron Archwinter waited a moment before welcoming her. "Ah my dear. It has been sometime since we last saw each other. A shame it must be under such unpleasant circumstances."  Abduxuel ignored how the last time they spoke to each other was even worse circumstances. That time Abduxuel had been in the midst of being sacrificed to Lolth by her and many other noble blooded priestesses. It might have even been her sister, the former first daughter, that Abduxuel killed with a divinely powered smite upon returning from the abyss. The Archwinter matron knew she killed<em>someone's</em>first daughter. Was it Despana? She just couldn't recall. . .<br/><br/>"I hear you weren't satisfied with a recent deal you made with us. Why don't you tell me what happened so I can correct this whole ordeal for you."