<div class="floatright">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs44/f/2009/065/7/7/Dark_Elf_by_nJoo.jpg)</div><strong>Alonia Duskryn</strong><br/><br/>Alonia's eyes widened first in surprised, and then shrank to slits at the Master Sergeant's words. Did he suspect? Did he know? How did he--ah. The Mistress Matron had confided in this male, a surprising turn of events, but one that clearly showed one of her tools. It was good to know who to be wary from, and who she could bat aside with ease. Like that girl from before. She shivered at the memory of triumph, and a small smile curled her lip before she remembered the Master Sergeant standing in front of her.<br/><br/>"Very well, Master Sergeant," she says, slowly clipping the house insignia of House Baenre to the tunic she had worn after her previous clothes had been shredded. "In that case, I'll be requiring another set of clothing in order to make myself presentable, and act as one of the many hands of Lolth that all Drow are." If she receives a new outfit, she'll place the house insignia on that one before looking at him again. "If there's nothing else, I will take my leave," she murmurs, moving away and making sure to take some of the older clothes with her before unrolling the letter and reading its contents with rapt attention out of eyesight from any passerby that might be walking the unhallowed halls of Melee-Magthere.<br/><br/>Thoughts whirl in her mind as she continues to try to make sense of all that had happened this day. It had been such a short time, yet so much had occurred, and she was sure that it was far from over. The others would probably be at lunch at this time, and she would need to join them shortly, but more importantly was the content of this letter. Perhaps it would allow her to rise to even greater status, to gain the benefit of Lolth's true favor, or perhaps it might drag her into a downward spiral where she would be unable to escape. Regardless, fate would not find Alonia Duskryn wanting.