<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Uit-Rauvenune “Rauven”</span></strong><br/>HP: 60/60<br/>AC: 21 (flat 15, touch 15)<br/>Status: Normal<br/>Effects: None<br/>Matron Mother's Room - 8:30<br/><br/>He had awoken before the Matron Mother, just as he had every other morning. As his gaze drifted over her unconscious form he found himself stifling a sigh. She allowed herself too much rest. It wasn’t that she was old for a Mother, she just didn’t act as a person of her age should. Maybe that’s why he had been so allured to her all those years ago; an open minded view on the Drider race, much more common with younger Drow, coupled with her extremely tradition views on the faith of her people. She was an enigma at times, a volatile one. Even with his suspicions that she was actually insane, somehow he always felt at ease around her.<br/><br/>His line of thought was broken as he noticed the swarm of tiny arachnids skittering across the marble floor. He found it quite interesting that whenever she would meditate, spiders would begin to flock to her. The more astounding feat however, was not that she managed to restfully slumber every night whilst dozens of vermin crawled atop her body, but that she had never once harmed one by accident while she slept. He supposed they could feel her heartbeat picking up, that’s how they knew when to depart. As she rose she stretched her arms out, letting her long unkempt hair roll across her skin. While she was still in the process of awaking, Rauven crawled down from the corner of the room to stand directly in front of her. She lazily glazed her eyes over him; she knew what he was going to say.<br/><br/>“Good morning Matron, you’ve slept in.”<br/>