<strong>"My congratulations on your promotion, mother."</strong>Gul wasted no time in bowing before Abduxuel when the newly-appointed Matron of the house entered the room.<strong>"Under your leadership, I am certain that House Llaeloth will grow ever stronger."</strong><br/><br/>The drow drew closer, and the changeling stood up straight, a slight shudder passing through its frame as a single ebony hand was placed upon its bone white chest.  It was a very personal, intimate contact between the two of them, and the changeling wished that things could go even farther than that...  But business always came before pleasure.<br/><br/><strong>"I was indeed successful, Mother."</strong>And so speaking, Gul reached into its bag and pulled forth a simple flask made of thick green glass, a wondrous magical item which it had specifically been sent out to retrieve.<strong>"I was able to find the Thought Bottle you desired, and returned as quickly as I was able to deliver it directly to you."</strong><br/><br/>The bottle was indeed the genuine article, and the changeling had even managed to return early...  It dearly hoped that it would be rewarded for its excellent service, even if that reward was merely to spend more time in Mother Hunger's presence.