<strong>Jalynfein Freth</strong><br/>(http://www.elfwood.com/art/j/a/jamberry/halfdrowcharsm.jpg)<br/><br/>The first time out of the house since his birth, Jalynfein felt a tingling sensation coursing through his body; the thrill of doing something different.  Compared to the days of cleaning everything in the House Chapel of Lolth during his years with his Weanmother, then the boring days of a page prince for the house, then the endless days of martial training at the hands of his House's weaponmaster.  Picking his way through the City toward the Academy, he avoided making eye contact with any of the females he passed by, or yielded to them if they were going in the same direction.  Even with his scales and natural toughness, those accused snake-whips still did a very good job of urging one or reminding one of their place.<br/><br/>He'd set out with enough leeway in time to arrive early enough to avoid being singled as the late arrival and had simply concealed himself in the crowd of the others. At least he wasn't the only nervous young drow in the group, having spotted a couple of others; but also quite a few from the higher ranked houses.  He responded in the way he was instructed and approached the Sergeant-at-arms to disarm and pass his weapons and armor over in accordance with the standard practice.  He wondered for a moment why but had a feeling he'd find out soon enough.<em>Hatch'net the master of lore, I've heard of him..This should be interesting.</em>the young drow thought as he passed by and into the oval-shaped room, his glowing maroon-colored eyes briefly scanning the crowd.