The naked grapple between Micar and Ulviirryn did not go unnoticed by the Archwinter Matron. He made no effort to stop it, a powerful female usually had suitors competitions with each other turn physical. It was the way of the drow that if one were strong enough to take something, than they deserved to have it. Ulviirryn was not a match for Micarmur'ss strength and was easily grabbed. His snide nature melted away though he tried to keep some composure in the face of the threatening weapon master.  "I-I know that... I just make suggestions. It's always Abduxuel who ch-choses to follow them or not."<br/><br/>"I'm waiting..." Abduxuel said from his bed. The three men fell into trance together, and the matron drifted off while playing with Micar's dick.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>In the morning after getting out of bed, Abduxuel went to inspect what Pharzaer had brought him. "Come to me my horny beast. I have gifts for you." When Micar walked over to him, Abduxuel presented the weapon master with a pair of black metal fisticuffs and a small pink stone. "They will make you stronger and more robust. I have invested a lot into you and I want to make sure you operate at highest capacity, and that you continue to survive unless I decide otherwise."  Though it was phrased in the domineering way of a Drow matron the subliminal message spoken was that Abduxuel wanted Micar to be stronger to better serve him, and more hardy because he did not want to lose his brother.<br/><br/>(Micar receives Gauntlets of Giant Strength +6 and Pink Rhomboid Ioun Stone +2 Con)<br/><br/>"Now before I prepare my spells I wanted to discuss how I'm going to alter your body. It is my property after all. I've made preparations to have you enlarged permanently. You will be a towering male over 9 ft tall with strength and reach to match. Maybe I'll even ride you around."<br/>