Ere Horock's first footfall even landed upon the stoop leading up to the Inn, within seconds after the battle ended, time had come to a screeching halt. All but the Malaugrym now suspended unknowingly in between the moments of reality. With a casual of manner as usual, the human mage strode out from his second story window, walking steadily upon the air, coming to levitate above the throng of drow that had gathered in the street below. After gazing upon them all thoughtfully for an indeterminate amount of time, he slowly turned about, heading back towards the inn. He offered the disguised malaugrym a brief glance in the doing, and a few simple words, which he knew the malaugrym would get the point of quite well, and perhaps cooperate in the matter without argument. A wise man would deem it best to leave no witnesses..."

If only it were that easy, the Malaugrym thought. He knew while the spell wouldn't last long, he'd get his own two cents in on the matter, and show his distaste in the situation. "You are indeed correct...however...I'm sure you're capable of doing your own dirty work." His tone, could only be described as spiteful, though he knew fully not why. "I'd much rather deal with chaos, I find it…peaceful.." He knew for sure the human wasn't letting on to everything he had knowledge of, and didn't like that one bit, now even a newer question came to mind. Why he wouldn't do all this himself, was it a test, to see how easily controlled the Malaugrym could be. Pride, arrogance, call it what you will, but simply being told what to do by this bald headed individual, caused him to totally shut the idea out.

Before turning to face the malaugrym once more, those oak-brown orbs did roll within their sockets, the frown accompanying the action showing to those who would have been able to see that he was frustrated by the questioning, despite having half expected it. The frown remained as he turned to reply; though it softened quickly enough as said reply was given. "Yes, I am quite capable of doing my own dirty work. However, I would take no pleasure in it. In contrast, if you are like the remainder of your people, you would indeed enjoy such a thing. Apparently, though, your dislike of me, or my 'request', is greater than your inborn, infernal urges."

He pauses for a moment, stepping closer to the malaugrym. "Fine then, if I need to ask politely, I will." There was some sense of sincerity to his next words, dry and near mocking as they were, "Oh grand, exalted archwizard, wouldst thou take it upon thyself to benefit us all by eliminating said witnesses in the street below?" his frown came to bear once again, as he too realized this spell would not last overly long.

"I will make it worth your while, if indeed I must pay for your services." He adds in grudgingly.

"You've caught me in a generous moment, human." The destruction of masses was a favorable pastime for him indeed. While his tone held emotion, his face was a slate of stone, even after he muttered what he knew about him, he didn't figure his true nature would take long to get around, but this one had more connection, and could even possibly ruin his future plans if he didn't show at least a bit of cooperation. "We will discuss payment at a later date," with that said, ebony digits splayed and arm extended at a downward angle, the few arcane gestures were unique, even to an adapt spell-caster, this was more of a custom fit. Something special the Malaugrym brewed for said occasions. "Now if you wish, sit back and enjoy the brief, yet pleasurable show."

The spell took a moment to stir, an eye of swirling ebony in the very center, consuming a few of the frozen Drow.

Once the time stop wore off, a sudden shockwave like effect would take place, mental borders were placed, to take out only a certain area, regardless…anything caught in the inky substance was to be disintegrated on contact, as per the spell, flesh, muscle and finally bone, truthfully, all that was left were bits of dust here and there.

Nodding once after taking what mental notes he could of the malaugrym's spell, Cogliostro turned casually back towards the Inn, the frown being replaced by the slightest of triumphant, knowing smiles, yet a tinge of remorse held within as well. "Aye, much later, if indeed the Conclave simply imprisons you rather than destroys you, my thanks for being the 'patsy'," having said that, he sent out a mental summons to certain personages of the city.

"You could only hope, human. I have far more pull then you may have allowed yourself to believe." There was a slight -hmph- afterwards, he didn't worry much about the conclave, after his last little run in with imprisonment, he had taken precautions to prevent it, not to mention, certain attempts to see his being were distorted during the time of casting, especially those magical means of scrying. A simple shake of his head had been taken, "Do not underestimate what I can do, or will do, at my own convenience." Of course, Cogliostro was probably out of sight after his last sentence, his attention was set on the screaming form, coming from within the Inn, the half-dragon or what not, he wasn't totally sure, but after what the shadow demon spoke, he knew who it was, just not exactly what it was.

Now with the Time Stop released the malaugrym's mighty magics came to fruition. The drow citizen's indeed unable to bear any witness to the recent events in the wake of the spell. However, there were now a few witnesses who happened to farscry the elimination of said citizens, and perhaps the one who carried the task out, if he had not counted on the human's double dealing.

The world was bustling with activity anew, Horock's foot finally coming to rest upon the lowest step of the Inn, just as the mystical conflagration instantaneously engulfed the street behind him.

Drazoul went to retrieve his daggers. He did not like the fact the demon did not finish them off or the other way around now he would have to sleep with one eye open? Perhaps two then, since he already slept with one open. He too made it in the inn just as the spell went off.

Stomping into the inn, Horock looked around, his blue eyes furious; looking for the one person whom he figured had brought that demon down on himself and his friend. Looking around, he begins calling for Cogliostro, in a manner that almost seems to be of a drunken manner, although any close observer could tell that all it really was rage. "COGLIOSTRO!!! COGLIOSTRO!!! GOD DAMN IT!!! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!!! I demand to speak with you, RIGHT NOW!!!!" he begins to walk up to the area where they had all that pleasant little party with him just minutes ago. He was pissed, and he had no idea what he would do if he found Cogliostro, but he wanted to at least show his displeasure, even if it wasn't all that civil.

Xull'rae all but disappeared from the scene, somehow unnoticed to anyone's eye except Vesz'aun's. She had gone back in the inn, but not to pester the human, rather she went to foresee that Horock didn't get himself killed. She had heard the screams of terror and confusion coming from the streets. The tingle of arcane energy tickled the back of her neck hairs. She never looked back, instict said to ignore what she heard and continue forward.

Drazoul grinned, that perhaps the demon still lived and hunted him but was it so different from a mad snake cleric?

Sighing inwardly, still hovering just outside the Inn, Cogliostro takes in both Horock's rants, and the malaugrym's words. All that is offered to the Malaugrym is a simple shrugging of his shoulders and an offhanded reply. "Well, can't blame a fellow for trying to take some small advantage of the situation." Phasing through the windows of the second floor, where said deck, and the screaming Horock, now resided, he called back to the Malaugrym once again. "Join me for a repast if you like. I find it prudent to know my enemies well, how better to go about it than simple conversation," just as the malaugrym had questions of the human, so too did the human. His mind wondered certain things about the malaugrym, of course, he'd already taken advantage of certain resources and done some small research on the creature of shadow, but he had not the time or inkling to repeat such measures in order to find out the rest. Footfalls coming softly upon the deck now, he strode forward gracefully as ever, regarding the screaming Horock with an even toned visage. "Yes, Saer Horock, what may I do for you that I may stop your incessant ranting without the use of force? I do so abhor violence."

Upon seeing the man float through the window, Horock still fuming walks up to him, barely able to control his temper, "why did you put that Demon on me? It is not like I don't have enough to worry about as it is..." he says through gritted teeth. "Now you do know what I am made of. So, what was the point of doing that, besides bringing my powers out into the open?" He appeared to be too upset, but he wasn't through yet. "And, what do you mean you abhor violence?"

At that moment Drazoul finally makes it inside the inn and sees the human and Horock talking. He decided to take a seat beside them and play negotiator if things got tough.

An amused, yet somehow polite smile creases Cogliostro's face. "Saer Horock, you make assumptions of me that simply hold no weight. That fiasco had nothing to do with me or my machinations. I've known what you were made of from the moment I met you, but felt it prudent that I not be the one to reveal such secrets to others." Now he simply walked past the drow male, heading casually for his favorite table. "By the way, what is so unbelievable about the fact that I do not like violence? Have I committed any in your presence thus far? No, if I recall correctly. I've tossed about a promise of retribution a time or three, but I'm all talk, really." He seemed slightly offended.

"Was it not you who put that demon on myself and Draz?" Horock was much calmer now, but he was still seething. He did not want to die, however, so he kept his temper in better check.

"I doubt it," came Xull'rae's voice from the corner. Her shrouded form blending in with the dull lighting and shadows.

Cogliostro glanced at the drowess at this time, a single brow arched in her direction. "I'm sorry, female, what was that?" Female was said in a rather derogatory manner.

Xull'rae continued, "why would he send a demon after you when he has a position in this city and knows its tight rules of no fighting?" Her hooded gaze looked over them both, a long hard stare.

"Exactly, forgive my slight transgression, Xull'rae. Cogliostro apologized, looking slightly embarrassed that he spoke too hastily, using her name respectfully as he never used it before.

Xull'rae once again continued ignoring the human for now. "He'd be endangering his position here and would be a lot less in the ways of employees. He's ugly as an orc, but not quite that stupid.."

Drazoul sat there quietly and listened intently to all the conversations. He did not fully believe the human did not send the demon but he believed the human had not sent it for a malicious intent. If that were the case would they not be dead?

Grumbling, more to himself then anybody, Horock walks away heading out and down, once again back to the outside "My ass you abhor violence…You are such a dickhead, and I am surprised someone has not cut your throat long ago..."

"My guess, new recruit, is that whatever you mentioned that has been hunting you is now on the trail again...think about it..." came Xull’rae’s voice, meant to reach Horock's ears.

Drazoul turns to see Horock leaving and decides to let him blow some steam on his own. He decided to stay and listen to the human and the drowess talk and see what he learns unless he is told to leave.

Horock stops upon hearing Xull'rae, and agrees out of respect, "yes, I suppose you are right. Keeping his tone respectful with effort he addresses the mage. "Well, master, Cogliostro, if you would excuse me, I have an appointment with someone back at the tower that I must not break. I suppose I will see you both around. Good bye for now.."

Cogliostro's smile broadens as he watches Horock leave, and replies to his muttered comment, "Actually, my throat has been cut wide open before, though I can't imagine why. Good journey to you." He could scarcely contain a chuckle as he added, "And please do heed the drowess' current wisdoms."

Xull'rae finally responds to Cogliostro, her tone acid but patient, "As for you human, do watch your tone…I have done nothing to you yet for this unwanted frustration you are throwing at me…so at least act like the gentleman you are posing as and stop it." She wasn't picking a fight for once, but her temper didn't need to flare because everyone else's was. She did hear his apology and without saying so directly, accepted it, by not snapping at him.

Drazoul grins at the drowess remark, the remark answered all his questions and he thinks to himself, there's no way my family would employ a demon they are nobles not dark clerics they would send one such as I. He gets up still silent, nods to his remaining 'companions' and then heads upstairs for some rest.

Cogliostro nods to the disguised Yuan-ti and then replies to Xull'rae, "Oh, my posing as a gentleman is that obvious, eh?" The humored smile is offered then to the drowess. "I'll be sure to work on that then."

Xull're snorted, "Oh yes...obvious indeed…" She turns to dismiss him for a change and leaves him to his musings as she leaves the inn.

Taking up a glass which had been brought to the table, he raises it to her in salute as she departs, allowing a short chuckle to escape. Despite the headaches he knew this female would bring him in future, he did admire and enjoy certain things about her. So he drank to her coming prosperity and his possible doom.

Not overly hurried, the two drow, Horock and Xull'rae's journey to the Tower took some quarter of an hour to complete, bringing them both uneventfully to the temple's base. From here, it was a simple series of upward leaps, from catwalk to catwalk, that would bring them to the concealed front entrance. None had accosted them as they made their way "home", though every so often one got the feeling they were being tailed, though if they were being tailed, the person managed to keep from getting openly caught thus far. The drowess had of course not wanted Horock's company for the journey, but she could not fully expect him not to have followed, as the Tower was now his home away from home as well.

She knew the new recruit was following her but decided not to give him a hard time so she just acted like she never knew he was there. As for the other who trailed, it was probably Vesz'aun. Either way it did not matter because she was still cloaked so her identity was at least concealed from strangers.

As she approached the catwalks, she was in her element of grace, jumping from one to the other in natural speed and fluidness that was actually compelling to watch. Soon after though she disappeared in the hidden doorway.

Horock began to climb up to the room that he was able to call his own. He had followed the drowess here from the Inn, and now knew the fastest route from there to here. As he approached his room, he began to think about the battle that he just fought. How had they found me so quickly? He did not think that it was possible. He had just got here. That is why he had assumed that it was just one of Cogliostro's insane tests. He no longer knew what to think. He was so upset by all of this, that he laid down in the room, and began to think about the day in depth, and what had just happened to him.

As most had not yet made an acquaintance of Horock...though surely all prominent folk in the temple knew of him already...none had accosted him upon entry into the Tower. The drowess, however, had been greeted by all who passed by, and 'ere she could ever reach her own chambers, one of the stewards, a simple acolyte whom she had not met yet, and was more or less beneath her care of coming to know, had brought summons to her, from the Shadow Sorcerer. She was to meet with said leader of the Tower in a half hour, in the "basement" hall and she was to bring the new recruit, Horock. Looking at the time that meant she had fifteen minutes to get to the appointed destination. The message having been delivered, the young male had gone about his business.

Xull'rae threw back her hood, conscience of her red hair but not afraid to show it here, she greeted those briefly that greeted her and with a smile that did not touch her eyes she took the note from the steward with a nod of dismissal and then a sigh upon reading it, she opened her chamber door and proceeded to undress even before she shut the door.

Having shut his eyes for a few minutes, Horock began to realize how ridiculous he had been that past day. Finally, sitting up, he looked around his little room. He had no idea, what he was to do now. How had they found him? What would he do now? He did not know. He was lost, and a little afraid, as the one person that he even marginally trusted, was away from him in the city. What would he do if the thing came back again?

Feeling much better now that he had rested, he got up, and began doing exercises with his sword. He would be ready.

The drowess came out of her room, pulling up her pants to cover her belly button. She now headed for Horock's room while she closed and laced up her shirt. Once more in the garb of a traditional darkmask

As on cue, a couple of hoots and whistles came to her keen drowic ears from afar, though none of the "transgressors" dared stick around and possibly face her wrath.

She muttered a few choice oaths and words like "shoulda and "male" were audible before she pounded on the new recruits door tying the last of her laces.

Hearing the pounding at his door, he opens it suddenly. "What do you want?" he asks irritably before he even notices who it is. Once he realized who it was, he apologized; heat reaching his cheeks, making him blacker if that was possible. "Sorry, what is it Jabress? I was just doing some exercises." He looks down at his feet, not knowing if he has long left to live or not.

Not having patience she opened his door wide, just as he opened it and got pulled in. She recovered fast stepping back before he noticed and had herself lean on his door frame with her arm. Seeing him darken, gave her the strength and grace to not do likewise as she spoke curtly, "get your ass moving…the Shadow Sorcerer is having a meeting soon and requests your presence."

As soon as she said that, he said, "Okay, where to?" He followed her down to where ever he needed to be. He hoped that he was not in trouble.

"Follow me." Without another word she moved again and was heading down the corridor.

As they moved along she gave him a glance with her amber hued eyes, "pay attention to where we are going you may have to go to where we are going without me next time."

Horock looks at her, and says "I have explored the tower. I know where most things are, but I will do what you say." He says these words with a sarcastic tint to his voice, but does pay attention to where he is going as they went along.

By virtue of necessity, running late as they were, the most direct route had been taken, through the small freight shaft, located within a hidden closet, at the far end of the dormitory hall, where the bulk of the living chambers were located. The trip downward brought them almost within direct view of the small gathering; some half dozen of the Tower's inhabitants now lingered in the middle of a vast hallway, no apparent doors or chambers near them. Among the number were the "revered" Shadow Sorcerer, the anything-but-comely Master of Enchantment Bragh T'org, and the ranking priests, Solufein Pharn and Welverin Hune. Solufein was garbed in his usual darkmask attire, all black clothing, though his mask now rested idly within hand.

Welverin, along with Pharaun were attired in simple black robes though Pharaun’s vestments were much grander, Bragh in gray with odd lavender trim. As the pair approached the others, it became apparent that the remaining two folk were not of the Tower, each having hooded cloaks concealing most features from view, one cloaked in deep blue, the other in simple black.

Xull'rae hissed, "Don't be a piss ant boy…I don't want to be a teacher anymore than you want to be taught, so watch your tone. Just because the Human pissed you off doesn't mean you have the health to back talk me. So have your cute black ass sit down in a seat, we are here.." Xull'rae formally and respectfully bowed to each man in the room, including the two she did not know.

She received no greeting other than a return nod from Pharaun, something that could almost be called a polite bowing of the head. All were rushed towards the northern wall of the vast hallway. The party stepped forward, and seemingly disappeared into the wall. Apparently, it was an illusory wall of some sort. The chamber beyond was a simple, rectangular environs of stone, with naught but a large table as furnishings, surrounded by several rather plush chairs.

The Shadow Sorcerer walked to the far end, and took his place at the head of the table. Bragh sat to his right, while Solufein and Welverin to the two seats next to Bragh. The cloaked guests took seats to the left of Pharaun. With a small motioning of his hand, Pharaun indicated that Xull'rae and Horock should take up the empty seats near Welverin. The only other thing to be noted about the room was a single door, located on the eastern wall, made of some dark wood, closed at the moment.

Horock nodded to each of the people in the room courteously before sitting down, "To what do I owe the honor of this summons Shadow Sorcerer?" The words were delivered with all due respect, but he looked at each of the men in the room as he normally looked at everyone, with a slight amount of suspicion. He didn't think that he had anything to fear from anybody here, but you never can tell. These were after all Drow.

Xull'rae plopped in one of the chairs with an almost girlish and airy bounce and crossed her legs, her expression had nothing on it though, just marking that she was indeed a woman perhaps.

Pharaun sighed softly to himself as he caught the drowess' carefree ministrations, and then simply shook it off. Still standing, he turned to Horock with that most imperious of gazes. "We will get to that shortly, Brother." He then paused, glancing slowly about the room, his eyes coming to settle at last upon the drowess, "What of your other companion, Master Xarann, will he not be joining us?"

"Does he ever join me unless HE thinks he needs to? I guess what I'm trying to say…is…no…" came her smooth and offhanded response. She knew that the drow wizard was Pharaun’s man, so she just knew the high priest had some idea of his whereabouts.

A slight frown is offered to her, a promise of future rebuttal held within the Shadow Sorcerer's gaze as well, though all he offers at the moment is a simple nod and an even enough phrase. "Very well."

Xull'rae switches to her other leg with a nod in return no hint of a smile present though she did stare at him flatly showing him that she didn't care what he thought.

During this conversation, Horock sat there quietly, simply waiting to be addressed, as he knew this would be proper in the company of these people.

The frown deepens for a moment, and then he is forced to shake it off yet again. 'Ere turning to speak to the two guests, however, he paused and stared at Horock for a moment, his lips parting as if he were about to speak, then apparently he thought better of it, and went back to the business at hand. A single hand was proffered in the direction of said guests, whereupon they both took down their hoods. "Brothers and Sister, I called you here today to meet our newest associates and allies." His hand now motioned to the first of the two fellows, the one who had been cloaked in blue. The hood now gone, his drowic visage was now revealed to all. If not for the large, jagged scar which ran the entire width of his seemingly youthful face, the male would perhaps be rather comely, even amongst drow. Aside from the scar, however, there was a more odd and striking feature, poignant, blue eyes. A rarity among drow, much like Xull’rae’s amber orbs, and Horock's own blue.

Like most, his well kept, lengthy hair was stark white, and his deep obsidian skin marked him drow as well. "..our first esteemed guest is the enigmatic Malag'tel. The second, to his left, is Nightcloak Duagloth Ghaun." This second drow male was of average looks and build, his white hair was long and wavy to the point of being curly, his red orbs holding an arrogant, knowing smirk within. "As you may have guessed, if you have familiarity of such, our guests are the emissaries of Shar, goddess of the Night and the Underdark, and holder of many other titles as well." The fact Shar was a human goddess for the most part was left out, as Pharaun did not wish to anger his guests, or something along those lines. Both men simply nodded a greeting to the others gathered in the room for the time being.

Horock, never one to take an immediate liking to people, looked at the two drow males. "If you are from Shar, why are you here?" He asks in a tone that was not exactly rude and had a lot of respect and reverence despite it being strained. He was unable to determine at this time whether or not these men were a threat. He would watch them, just as he watched every other person that he did not know.

Xull'rae sat back more comfortably in her chair, offering a nod while a mysterious smile formed on her dark pretty lips. Without taking her amber colored eyes off the new arrivals she replied to Horock in a patient and lecturing tone, "Though it is a rather quiet arrangement, the Lady Shar and our lord Vhaeraun are...allies...and that means these esteemed drow will be aiding us in our endeavors to further our church and the great Lady Shar's magic in the process. They are Emissary's.."

Satisfied, Horock leans back in his chair, mumbles and apology and sits in his chair waiting for them to explain further.

"Brother Horock, you will hold your insolent tongue!" Pharaun suddenly snapped, anger quite evident upon his regal visage. Before he could say more, the drowess spoke up, and the scar-faced guest, Malag'tel, held out a hand to indicate nothing further need be said, a friendly smile coming to settle upon his countenance, quite out of place upon a drow. "Yes, the Masked Traitor speaks truth...and there is no need to hush the boy, Master Pharaun. Let him speak freely.
"As has been stated, we are just that, emissaries of the Lady Shar, Mistress of the Night. We come to nurture and strengthen recent alliances between our venerated deities, recent being a relative term, of course."

Motioning to Pharaun, Malag'tel indicated the Shadow Sorcerer could take the floor once again. Pharaun nods, collects himself, and continues, though it is still evident he is upset with Horock's actions. "It has been decided that to strengthen ties between our respective churches, and to share what pertinent information we may to promote the greater goals we all have in common, that each church would send ambassadors of sorts to the others, in localized areas. This practice is to take on a widespread scale at a later date, though for now we have been chosen as the ones to open the doorway, and give it a "test run", if you will. Nightcloak Ghaun is here as the actual ambassador of his goddess, whilst Malag'tel is here on a more temporary basis, to carry out a few 'good faith' missions, and impart his considerable knowledge upon us 'ere he takes his leave."

With that last bit of info, Xull'rae knew from "vibes" that Malag'tel's short stay was a crock of shit, but she nodded wholeheartedly and gave a very convincing act that she ate and enjoyed every word said.

Pharaun took a short pause, seeming to hesitate out of the fact he did not wish to raise the ire of another present. "For our part of the bargain, we will be sending," again, the tiniest of pauses, a short frown evident upon his countenance as his gaze flickers toward Welverin, "..esteemed Brother Welverin," There came then a moment of utter silence, whilst the information settled into the unsuspecting mind of Welverin. As the aforementioned cleric started to rise and opened his mouth for a retort, Pharaun made a strong motion of cutting him off, the gaze given to Welverin was one of utmost resolve and coming off as something not to be questioned. Welverin hovered between sitting and standing for a moment, anger plainly evident to all present, though, having some measure of honor and respect, inasmuch as drow understood it at least, he remained silent, and seated himself once more. Pharaun sighed inwardly with relief that there would not be another scene in front of their guests. Malag'tel and his companion both remained silent, though the humor they felt at it all was scarcely concealed, their grins being all to evident.

As Horock continues to listen, he realizes, as Xull’rae did, that Malag'tel would be staying much longer then a while. As the Shadow Sorcerer made his announcement of who would be taking part in this "exchange" program, he began to think about what he could do to keep an eye on this peculiar drow. He thought about everything he could do, intimidation factors, surveillance, anything that he could think of. After brother Welverin sat down after he appeared to be ready to smash Pharaun across the room, Horock looked into the faces of the guests. All he saw was laughter aimed at a fellow clergy member, and this made him mad. However, he held his temper in check, on of the few times that he was ever able to do this, and continued to listen to the Shadow Sorcerer's words. He would keep an eye on Duagloth as well. No matter what it took.

Holding back snickering, Xull'rae began to file her nails with her dagger, her pretty face, changed expression to boredom to hide the coming spiels of laughter. This whole situation was crazy but she did enjoy Pharaun having to call formality and kiss ass.

Through it all, Solufein had remained quiet, though a bit of shock at the announcement of Welverin's appointment was all too evident...the triumphant smirk which crept upon his visage was evident to any that would happen to look as well. He and Welverin had been vying for quite some time over the place of second in command, as it were, as both were on equal standing within the church. Now it appeared that Welverin was being taken out of the "race", securing Solufein's position as Pharaun's successor.

Pharaun took a deep breath and collected himself once again, and waited for all about the table to do likewise, or at least come to some semblance of civility and readiness to speak, "Alright, now that the introductions have been completed, I would like to go into a bit of detail on our arrangements with Shar's church. First off, which should be obvious, there are to be no hostilities occurring between said organizations, nor any plots conceived and carried out against the other." Pharaun knew that this would not be the case, seeing as they were all drow of nature, but he had to put on the show all the same. "Second off, more particularly to this church, we are to aid Duagloth and Malag'tel directly with their endeavors in this city to whatever extent we are able. In return, they will do the same for us." He now turns to Bragh, who had also remained silent, and stoic, not revealing any like or dislike of the events which occurred thus far.
"Along those lines, comes perhaps the greatest assets we may gain from this alliance....further knowledge of the Shadow Weave, that part of the fabric of magic which Shar controls. Our own wizards stumbled upon the Shadow Weave some time back, and have dabbled and strived to glean its secrets on their own during the interim. This Tower is now dedicated in large part to those Shadow Arts, and who better to impart knowledge of such than followers of the Lady of the Night herself?
"Master T'orgh and his lessers have come far in their workings of the Shadow Weave, but I'm sure there are many more secrets within which to delve. This alone will strengthen both our power, and that overall power of Shar's Weave, as has been explained to us." Again, a short pause, as if he were weighing his words. For some time, we have been trying to establish this Tower as an official School of Shadow Magics, and with this new "blood", perhaps we can finally make our dreams become a reality. The Conclave can only hold us back for so long, as they have up to this point...now, I feel we shall garner enough strength to force their hand, if it cannot be done diplomatically."

For some reason, Bragh frowns deeply whilst this particular point of conversation is held.

Furthermore, Duagloth and Malag'tel are given leave to travel about our Temple as they please, and to partake of its resources...this much I want known by and to be heeded by all of you." Addressing those of Vhaeraun's faith at the moment.

Xull’rae spoke up, "so no bopping of heads…no plucking of noses, no calling nasty names…because that would be 'hostile' right?" She was still filing her nails, her attention seemed all on her nails but she was nodding her red head as he continued on about magic.

Pharaun's ebony skin seems to darken, if such were possible. Another hateful glare is given to the drowess, though to his credit, the Shadow Sorcerer did not make another open display of displeasure. "Yes, if that is the terms in which you need to look at it." Air-headed wench was one of the many continuances Pharaun did not mouth aloud.

Looking around, Horock notices more and more of the people around the table seemed to be becoming more and more uneasy or happy with the prospect of these newcomers. Perhaps something is going on behind closed doors that I do not know about. I will just have to be careful.

"Why dear Shadow Sorcerer have you been oiling your skin again…your skin seems tighter and darker than last I saw you." Xull’rae looked up now looking him over with a perplexed look before turning to look at Malag'tel and his companion.

Barely able to contain a laugh, Horock leans back in his chair so that no one could see his facial expression of pure mirth.

"Forgive me if the question seemed frivolous and trivial..." Xull'rae sounded somewhat apologetic as she continued, "...but it is what I do at times around here and I want it made clear that I in no way want to offend. I tend to be…well too touchy for my own good you see?" She was the picture of formality and respect. It wasn't overkill she knew, let them think her an air head if they wanted.

Mirth evident on just about all visages now, Pharaun decides that it is enough, his body trembling with held in rage. Through clenched teeth, he issues out a final proclamation in the calmest tone he can muster. "You have all been apprised of the situation...now, this meeting is adjourned." With that, the Shadow Sorcerer promptly and abruptly stood, his form disappearing briskly through that single door along the eastern wall a moment later, Bragh in tow, leaving the others to do as they please.

Duagloth and Malag'tel rise in unison, offer polite, mocking bows to the remaining clergy of Vhaeraun, then depart through the illusory wall from whence they had all entered.
"Hmmm," Horock says as he looks at Xull'rae, "I wonder what is exactly going on here. There is more then what I am being told and I have never liked that. It is a really good way to get killed, and I don't feel like getting killed today."

He walks off into the tower, heading for his room. He would take a nice long nap, and get ready for whatever tomorrow would bring, whether it be plots for or against the church, or for those that still hunted him.

Xull'rae rises slowly and mocks the two men in a mirror like pose of their bow, returning it with stunning likeness and even walked like they did, in the exact pose. "Come on Sol…walk with me..." She spoke up to the remaining but leaving Vhaeraunite. "I swear no one has fun around here…"

Solufein stooped and turn to look at the pretty female, his grin widening as he takes in the drowess' words, his gaze settled upon her, and her companion who had just left, though he offered up no words.

"Will you at least walk with me esteemed second man?" She couldn't help feeling spunky it was her personality, her tone a sultry whine.

"But of course, 'milady'," there was much darkly delighted humor held in his tone, his form rising with deft grace, soft footfalls carrying him to her side, "let us whittle the night away in idle chat and plots of daring betrayal," came his overdramatic yet mockingly polite gesture.

Xull'rae replied,"over tea and crumpets…or blood and bone?" She gave him a disarming grin as she offered an arm to walk with. He took it with a charming smile of his own and the two left together, whispering and laughing. Though any who watched from the shadows knew this was not a courtly stroll, but two Drow mocking the state of "courtship and love" As well as two Drow playing the "plot" game.

Meanwhile back in his room, Horock drifted off to sleep; all he could think about were the words of the shadow demon. "I will see you again..."