<strong>Atlas Pillar</strong><br/><br/>The construct followed diligently, its steps not silent by any measure, but neither did it seem encumbered by its weight, it was merely a fact about he construct that its stone construction left it incredibly heavy. The moment it laid its eyes on Abduxuel, it was bound to the Matron's service. Ulviirryn had prepared it well enough for that, and it could only have one master.<br/><br/>"My only purpose is to serve and protect you," he said, flat tone with borrowed words. It didn't know what the correct thing to say was, nor did it understand that Drow were normally more careful about how they spoke to a Matron.<br/><br/>It stood straight, its hands coming to rest on the pommel of its greatsword, the tip resting on the floor. It stood like a statue, in fact, so much like a statue that only the subtle movement of its eyes, tracking only Abduxuel's face, would have suggested otherwise if one had not seen it moving just a moment earlier.