<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> Phardril Lice-Drilloth </span></strong><br/><strong>HP: 132/132<br/>AC: 24 (flat 19, touch 15)<br/>Status: Normal<br/>Effects: None<br/>Matron Mother's Room - 9:05</strong><br/><br/>“Ah, there’s my little Red Widow.” She coyly mentioned to no one in particular as her eldest daughter entered the room. “Rauven lock the door.” Rauven swiftly moved to shut the well adorned portal and turned the simple lock. It was more of a formality then for any real precaution, thought the matter was still just as serious.<br/><br/>After listening to her daughter’s brief honorific’s she responded. “Orbb’dalharil, how good it is to see you. Sometime I feel like I don’t spend enough time with my daughters…” Phardril said with a smile, perhaps that’s what was unnerving about her at times, her smiles and sweet words never seemed forced. It wasn’t a common trait amongst the Drow.<br/><br/>“As you may or may not be aware, I must commune with our reverend Mother, Lolth tomorrow. As always, the extent to which I will be incapacitated is unknown to me. I have decided to begin to let you have more responsibility in this matter, for… many reasons.” She paused for a moment to study her daughter reaction.  “If I am unable to perform my Motherly duties Rauven will contact you immediately and you will stand in for me in till I deem it no longer necessary. Rauven will also serve as your main advisor during this period.”<br/><br/>She could explain so many more aspects of the House politics and the ritual to her daughter, but she wanted to see how she would react to the news first. “So? What do you think darling?”<br/>