"Alianor! What is that?" The elfin girl looked up guiltily from the book of poetry she had been reading.

"Ah... mother... it is..." Her mother stuck out hand, and Alianor handed the book over to her.

"What is this garbage... a beginner's spell book? Why are you reading this when you should be studying your TRUE art?" Her mother demanded. Alianor didn't move, refused to cry out, as her mother's own magic physically lashed out, stinging her like a brand and drawing blood from her cheek. "I don't want to see this," She shook the book, so worn from constant reading, so hard that a few pages fell out, "Until you have mastered every spell in those books," She motioned toward the thick, haevy tomes on the shelves, "And passed the test of Lolth, do you understand?"

"Yes mother. Of course." Alianor said, watching as her mother tossed the book to the ground. Thank Lolth she hadn't looked through her hasty glamour and read the real title of the novel- the book of Eilistraee. She would have been killed before she could speak word in her own defense.

Alianor watched as Dinah and Shiloh leapt from the fray- the only Drow she knew that couldn't use magic. As usual with these hunting parties, they were the decoys. She looked around at the others, who were standing behind her, laughing at the two. "What do you find so amusing? Do you plan to let a couple of incompetent sword-weilders take all the credit?" They stopped laughing at that, and started casting. Alianor rolled her eyes, running forward, toward the fray.

'These people make me sick.'

((Whoops, sorry, thought this was a jump in one.))