<strong>Istrath<br/></strong><br/>Istrath looked at Micar quizically, wondering what kind of alchemical mystery a warehouse fire could hold. She was intrigued enough to investigate, certainly, and she had been wanting to get out into the city for a while.<br/><br/>"I may just look into it," she said. She didn't usually acknowledge him, he was a male, after all, and when she had no use for males, she rarely took the time to talk with them.<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Atlas Pillar</strong><br/><br/>Despite the order from Ulviirryn, the Atlas Pillar remained standing. It could not consider the possibility of dividing its loyalty. In that respect, it had already realized it purpose in serving the Matron.<br/><br/>At Micar's words, the pillar shifted its eyes, only, over to him. They gauged the drow male's form. It found no reason to imagine that the creature was better than it was in any respect. In fact, aside from some superfluous organs, one of which Abduxuel pointed out immediately, it saw no reason to think that the creature had any advantages. It knew enough about living things to know that it was not solid, not hard and not nearly as strong. Just flesh.<br/><br/>The Pillar snapped its eyes back to the Matron at the command, and followed with absolute precision, its focus wholly on its master.