"Rumor has it, that there are outlaws who grow restless within Qu'ellar D'Elghinn..who chafe at Her rule, and beneath that, my Mothers. Of course..you can't often pay attention to rumor." Most of their kind thrived on it, in fact, it often lead to their death and destruction simply because implanted fact exchanged for truth would lead them to their demise. She chuckled lowly as he came closer, her chin lifting just a bit more. "Tsk. Funny thing, that. Considering all of her Children are so well trained, mannered." Here her lips twisted, nostrils flared slightly as she took in his scent mingled into the fresh, crisp scent of the forest and lifted her head to peer directly into him. Or was that through him? She murmured low. "Usstan uil nau jalil."
            He listened quietly as he stepped back to the horse and tucked the bow within the saddle pack that was there. Going over to her horse he pulled free the slender and unbarbed bolt from the beasts haunches and tucked it into his belt after wiping the blood upon the coat of the mount. He listened momentarily to its breathing, to try and tell just how long it would remain out. Nodding to himself he gave a slight jerk of arm, causing the wrist mounted bow to fall back into place. "What does this have to do with me, and you entering my room earlier?" He had a guess, though always learned to let them condem themselves by stating their want outloud. To her comment of not being a Lady he said nothing. Old habits of calling the women by respective title died hard.
            "I had to make certain you weren't who you'd claimed. How many sargtlin ward their personal possessions with such skill, hm? Or worry about the trap to their door being sprung? I am here to offer you the opportunity to earn a good deal of money in bringing Siena'way down. Placing my Brother in power, in her stead." Well, there were words you didn't often hear, did you? But then, some males followed the ways of Vhaerun. Perhaps she would get lucky in this case. If Zhaunil wished to lead the House, that was his business. She didn't care to have a hand in any of it, accept to help her beloved Brother have it done. She would of course, continue her training and move on and around, seeking out that which interested her and doing that which she wished to. Her shoulders rolled slightly as she stretched. The position of remaining absolutely still was one that was uncomfortable, and still she watched the wary male quietly, knowing to make any untoward or quick movement would surely be a swift death.
            "A smart and well trained one would. Those of the surface.. and even Underdark, cannot be trusted." A momentary pointed look, and he took a loose hold of the horses reins as he slightly leaned into the side of the mount. At the words of putting a male to power he rose a brow slowly. Perhaps she wasn't a follower of Lloth. No follower would want something like that. They'd rather keep their males beneath their thumb and feet. Perhaps with that thought in her mind, and observing his current demeanor, he wasn't a follower of the Spider Queen. No male in that society would dare chase down a noble woman. Nor would they look her in the face as he was so blatently doing right now. "You've the want for a Patron of the house." It was more of a statement, not a question. "Even if this Siena'way was killed, I am quite sure there are other females itching to take her place. All of them would have to be killed for him to take power."
            "Who dies in placing my Brother into power does naut bother me. The only female to be left standing is myself, and those who follow Zhaunil's rule, his chosen few. A shame none of my sisters will survive." Oh yes, didn't she look moved to tears? Absolutely not. She flicked her leather clad hands over gently and inclined her head only slightly to him before slowly reaching up to brush back the piwafwi's hood. It was warm even here, in the darkened forest. The cool air was inviting, and the thick, white mane that tumbled down around her outlined lovely ebon features. In fact, beautiful enough to drive jealousy into men. What did she care? It was only an asset in her line of business. And being the business woman she was, why wouldn't she use it to her advantage? Lips twitched, tugging into one corner in a smirk before easing away to leave the emotionless visage once more. "There is much money to be had if he comes into power." She shrugged slightly. "He will come into power. Regardless of your help or not."
            It had been seemingly ages since he last saw a female Drow. Indeed she was beautiful enough to move a warrior with the want to taste of her lips. He knew better that the taste could very well be the death of a lust driven male. Thoughts didn't appear upon his visage, nor did a smidge of emotion as he continued to listen. Dampening his lower lip slowly within a thoughtful gesture he glanced to the slightly stirring horse from the corner of his eyes, then fully focused his attention upon her again. He was an assassin, and of course they would be lured by the prospect of gaining gold for murder. "How much coin, and how many sisters need to be disposed of before he comes to power?"
            "There are a goodly number, seven Yathrin. Four Velg'arn. Fourteen other brainless elg'caress. Two who will be spared. A baseborn, and myself." Her eyes followed the trace of his tongue against his lips, though lifted again to peer him at once. She shifted slightly in her stance, and slid back her hand slowly, exposing the curve of a hip beneath the low slung leather that molded to her well shaped frame easily, exposing the fat purse upon said hip. She dipped a nod to him, and lifted her gaze from it's dangling leather once more. "Even should you decide naut to be involved, this is for your silence." Silver glittered unholy and unnaturally bright beneath the dusting of pristine white lash. Crimson lips twisted again, though only into a thoughtful moue. He could dispose of her right then and there. Questions continued to race through her mind, but Zhaunil's rule would come about, with or without her. That was the Game, wasn't it? And she had a love of it, even now as her heart raced hard enough to make her slowly inhale, chest rising and falling with the forced effort of slowing herself.
            A good number, he thought. He had killed twice as many as that within a singular night to ensure another would come to power. Most were poisoned at dinner, yes, though the others were singled out by blade. Even as her hand moved, slightly lowering near that belt of goodies, he didn't move, or even seemed alarmed. The most dangerous type of person had to be the ones that had nothing to live for. He was one of those. While he didn't fear death, he didn't foolishly welcome, or taunt it. A semi-sharp step brought him forward toward her, causing Drow made cloak to billow just enough to expose the twin swords, one set to each hip. Done purposely? Perhaps. Stopping about five feet from her he made a gesture to the pouch. "Toss it here. I will consider the job." Truly, he already considered and inwardly agreed. That blood thirst of his and his blades were beginning to get to him.
            The pouch was carefully unknotted by deft fingers of the same hand and slid from the belt that rung her hips low and easy, and lifted to her lips in a gesture of good faith. Kissed and tossed to him with a smallish smile. Though she wasn't at ease enough to move about freely, it did lessen the chances that he'd wish to kill her. If he'd wanted to do that, he could have at any time and taken anything on her person. The S'hzal hovered near suddenly, and she stiffened, whispering to him. "Don't move." Inhaling a slow breath, her heart hammered again, and she had to slowly lift her gaze in a searching manner. The wards were lifting. "It is not safe here for much longer, we must go."
            Timing, had to love it. The downed horse gave a sharp huff of breath before it gathered its legs beneath it, and with a rocking of its body, it pushed up to an unsteady stand. On animals the sedatives didn't last long, but humanoids, it lasted for hours. Catching the pouch he gave a slight weigh of it, then lowered it down to be tucked within his own pouch. At her words he had paused, glancing to her first, then to her horse before looking back again. He had a feeling something was there, though couldn't see it. He didn't argue, though.. and left the first movement for her to make.
            "Come." It was not an offer, it was a clipped command. But then, it was for his own safety, too. She did, after all, have a rogue's honor. And though there was very little they wouldn't do for coin or to further their own gains, they wouldn't leave another to die in a dishonorable manner. She grabbed the reigns, and her short but strong frame eased into the saddle of the black shadowed beast. The familiar handling eased it almost immediately, and she tugged on the reigns to turn him to get a good glance at Venorik before nudging her mount forwards into movement, which would soon be a fast paced gallop. The tree's groaned and shivered in protest to the casted wards slow ease. The cowl of her cloak caught, and slid up over her head again. Dusk was coming. That was a good thing, but she whispered quiet words to make the wraith give off a disgrunted, unholy sound of sheer displeasure. "Sh'asa, alu nin jal zhah al." All was indeed well, for the time being. The outpost is where she headed. Where the surface dwelling band of rogue's that served Zhaunil well would be relieved to welcome her.
            After she moved he did as well and stepped back a few paces to take a hold of saddles pommel. Foot to stirrup, he swung a leg over smoothly, turning the horse at the same time. Trained assassin and rogue ranger, he handled animals with utmost skill. The mount wasn't a long time companion, though it acted as it was with the ease it followed commands. Striking its flanks with his heels he brought the horse into a gallop, following the path that she was making. Where she was taking him he didn't know, and because of this he would remain utterly conscious of his surroundings.