| I look up at the yellow orb impassively and shrug.
Well the inevitable happened as I knew it would. G joined my House as a mercenary. His talents, though good enough to warrant battle master, is a title I cannot give to a non-drow. No matter he seemed happy with his station. Along with my faithful SD, his advice in the past had been solid. A good leader needs to listen to advice, to consider unforeseen obstacles. Whether that advice is accepted or rejected is irrelevant. A good leader needs to know all options before striking.
The strange thing about G is that he is almost Drow in his outlook and attitude. Whether this is due to his "change" or whether those qualities existed beforehand, I do not know. In the end I do not really care. He is an asset to me and that is what counts. *sighs* My mother will not be pleased, employing a non-drow, no doubt I will feel her wrath sooner or later. But there are surface matters to be dealt with, it makes sense to have a surface dweller in my ranks. SD understood this and was fully supportive, I will just have hope mother can see things my way. After all I am here in the thick of it, she is not. Furthermore the Dark Mother has not reacted unfavourably?.yet.
*rubs temple* Why am I doing this? Others are beginning to notice too. I do not feel weak in body, far from it, yet my stamina is not as it should be. I feel no pain or discomfort and my reactions are still incredibly fast, yet?yet?something is not right. I just cannot understand or pin point exactly, but ever since that encounter with the plague beast, something is not right. Sure the poison is long gone, my sister saw to that. But what if there was something else?..something unknown. I need to talk to my sister, I need to get to the bottom of this. I cannot allow my enemies to perceive that I may have a weakness, however insignificant.
I watch, I assess, I report.
Vel'drav l' sil'in qu'ellar d'Hun?ett zotrethen??Jal zhal sha-rasa!!!
Lloth tlu laoles, dosst handmaiden orn naut hojh dos!!!! |