<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 looked at the Master Sergeant with barely hidden irritability. She had just won a great victory in Lolth's name, showing someone just what it meant to be strong, and now the Master Sergeant wanted to bother her about it? "The weakling stayed behind with the Matron Mistress. Probably to be a great sacrifice to the Spider Queen," Alonia smirked, her mirth unconcealed. "I defeated that weakling in will and strength, and like all drow who are weak, she will serve a greater purpose in the name of those who are strong." She shifted her balance on the balls of her feet, looking at the male.<br/><br/>"Was there anything else... Master Sergeant?" she asked the man, wanting to get back to the lessons as quickly as possible. It would not do to have the males think she was shirking her duty, and any chance to show them up was a chance to make both her house and Lolth proud. She looked at the man again, and her irritability shown through. Just how long was this male going to make her wait? It was beyond belief that she had the favor of the Spider Queen, yet must stand here while the male, probably stronger yes, but apparently slow-witted and dull-footed, gathered his thoughts. If he had something to say, he should have said it from the start.<br/><br/>At the thoughts of the class, Alonia's mind turned the other way, and she began to think of potential rivals and what she would need to do to bring them low. There was the half-drow, an abomination with no real qualities apart from perhaps his brute strength. Then there was another, one who had been knocked from his chair for answering a question stupidly. Another male quality, of course. Was there anyone else that had stood out...? Not that came to mind. She looked at the master sergeant once more, waiting for him to answer her.