<strong>Location: Ghetto of Scholars<br/>Time: Morning<br/><br/>Janafae, Andariel, Faeremhara, Elvas'thrae, Abduxuel<br/></strong><br/>HP: 155/155   AC: 24 (flat 15, touch 19)<br/>SR: 19      DR: 10 (good)<br/>Status: Normal   Effects: Mind Blank (permanent), Flying<br/><br/>XyhriNeerune cocked her head to the side as the white clad female appeared the Demon’s carnelian eyes narrowing slightly as she looked ‘her’ over. Whoever they were they were they were part of the house…a Daughter, a House Priestess?<br/>There was something odd about her that she couldn’t quite pin down.<br/><br/><em>“Another Daughter ussta Matron?”</em>Xyhri purred to Faeremhara telepathically even as she continued to watch the white winged Drow as she took to the air, moving forward and landing beside Janafae and Zekolyn; her chained slaves managing to keep up. The Demon's curiosity clearly peaked by the new comer.<br/><em>“She seems quite eager to rout these Devils.” </em>She continued her lithe form shifting forward to join the others the inside the ruined scroll shop; her fingers sliding slowly off the matrons bottom, her nails scratching over Faeremhara's armor as she moved away. She licked the Matron’s blood off her fingers as the white winged Drow cast<em>True Seeing</em>on herself. Xyhri wondered why she hadn't heard of this Daughter before. Was she a blood daughter or adoptive...the Matron seemed to have a penchant to take pretty females in as her daughters, was this another?<br/><br/>“Perhaps it would be best to make your own entry? The Devils would be hard pressed to stage an ambush then.” The Demoness said her eyes flicking to Janafae, Zekolyn, and Abduxuel. “I can easily meld the buildings stone at my caprice.” XyhriNeerune said her eyes bright as she grinned at the others<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">The text in italics is telepathic communication.<br/><br/></div></div>