Back in the present he wondered why he kept coming to this particular tavern. Perhaps because it was one of the busiest places within this city. The surface, he was there again, only because he sought to avoid the presence of one. Zilvra didn't truly like the fact that he had killed her sister as well as her mother, or so he would wager. What argument should she have? Because of him she was a matron. He found soon enough just how ticked she was, which truly surprised him. For about oh.. two seconds. Nothing about Drow females should be able to surprise him anymore. She had came to the tavern after all, and for some reason it began emptying. Perhaps because it was the tension that was felt. Two Drow, face to face, seemingly about to kill each other.

            He could have killed her, but he didn't. The poison was there. The poison was in her blood.

            She made the drastic mistake of turning away from him for only a second, which gave him enough time to stab her with the tainted end of a needle. Her minion tried to take a hold of him, though one phrase caused her to stop him quickly. "If I die, then she will as well." Already she was becoming weak, her lids lowering and her muscles growing slack. He gave her the antidote for some reason, perhaps because he wanted her mind to be plagued with the fact that she, a Lloth follower, was manipulated, and had been under the mercy of a male. During the time she was drinking, he informed her that it wasn't he that wanted her family dead, but an admirer. Who, though, would remain a secret. Soon after she had quaffed the vial of potion, he was gone.

            Somehow, someway, she had found him again traveling through the forests to his next destination.

            "No. He was not the one that hired me." They had been speaking when another showed up, a Drow. It seemed that they were showing up more often after all. She was on the path within her Llothite glory, looking upon him disdainfully. There was another there, he could sense, perhaps that minion of hers. The horse shifted lightly beneath him, it's withers quivering with the bite of nighttime bug before the lash of tail swept it away. It began to paw against the ground with the hardness of hoof. She nodded simply, she was beginning to feel ragged, tired and was very uncomfortable on the surface world. She had no choice, this man was her only link now to getting what she wanted. She hated the fact that he had that power over her, that he held within his hands the map, the much needed map. It was not easy to deal with the fact the here, on this world, her power over him was null and void. Realization that he had played his bit part well, in being the subservient male in the underworld. Since the other man had left, she wasn't in much of a hurry to leave anymore. Instead, she slid herself to rest upon a large flat boulder. Having nearly had her blood boil over had left her a bit weaker than she wanted to admit. "This 'admirer,' tell me of him."
            The faint squeeze of thighs had the horse turn in place, doing an about face for him to look upon the Drow female. Lifting his hand he eased back the hood, letting it rest listlessly against the nape of his neck, and allowing the light breeze to catch upon platinum strands, bringing him in a slight lick against the dark noble features of his face. Tipping his head to the side he then gave it a shake. "I cannot do that. It is enough that I had let you know I was hired." She scowled, visibly. "Does he have the map? This person you speak of?" Limber form was shifted until she was comfortably sitting on the rock, her leather clad boots upon a smaller boulder in front of her. Leaning forward, her arms looped around her legs and she tilted her head. Ermine white hair drizzled down her shoulder. She was quite young really, in Drow years, having been second born, yet, the birth of she and her sister were many years apart. A lot of responsibility now was hers. "I would see what proof you have of my sister's death now."
            Curiosity was beginning to get to him. More than once she had spoken of this map she had needed so badly. Perhaps it lead to another artifact? "No." Simple and to the point. The one that hired him didn't even know a thing about the assassin. He'd rather keep it that way. Lifting his hand cool fingers pressed away the lighter strands of hair, as well as bathed a comfortable touch to warm skin. Earlier, within the tavern, he had indulged himself within some liquor. At least he wasn't overly drunk. If that was what he had planned to become, he wouldn't have left his temporary home. Being intoxicated in a city such a this wasn't very smart. Even if away from most of the bustle and within these woods. "You will have your proof come dawn, when she lies deceased in her room. Or do you doubt my abilities? I seemed to have taken you off guard."
            "Of course you have, everything that was planned has been changed by you in some form or another. After you killed my Mother and left the House, I had to wonder if you were in my sister's employ, or perhaps her private lover. Now you've switched it again, and have killed her as well. Leaving me.. the next in line as Matron to the House of Zauviir.." A slow dip of her tongue along her lips, her eyes were bright within the darkness, yet she could see quite vividly. Even the scent of Drow wine upon him was sensed, her sense of smell quite strong. Leaning back, she shifted to adjust the hilt of her sword from digging in at her side, then leaned against the rock face behind herself. "And yet, you say you work for someone else, but unable to say who it is. From what I know, no one else has any connection to our House, it is a very old House and for generations it has been so. Quite a puzzle, yes."
            As she spoke he kept his name sake; silent. He could see the whole thought process she was going through. Wondering who he worked for. Why. As well as why he had allowed her to live. He had his reasons for everything, of course. And he would let her remain curious, it better suited the game.. as she called it. Lowering his hand he rested it across his lap with a slight adjustment of the cloak for the warmth to be trapped within and around him, as well as conceal the true placement of hand, which was set, as usual, upon the inverted triangle of pommel's guard.
            "It would be.." Said with a seductive tone to her voice. "Imperative that I find a strong specimen to keep the lineage in tact." She was a beautiful woman, especially when anger didn't flare within her rich eyes. A lift of her white brow, her slender index finger running over the top of her knee. "Perhaps, I will find you worthy, hmm.." Looking at him like he was a piece of meat, which in truth, to her, he was. He recognized the way she looked upon him. He had been subjected to it all his long, long life. It was only a matter of time before this Drowess, as well as any he'd encounter would look upon him as if he were prime breeding stock. Considering his line was true, and pure, as well as having noble blood, the thought would of course be admirable. Though not to him. He snorted faintly. "I couldn't care less if you find me worthy or not. You want a breeding stud, female.. Look elsewhere."

            She laughed softly, though humor was far from her tone. He never seized to amaze her that was for sure. "Why not? Most men would beg for such a chance at having Zilvra Mlezziir, Matron of House Zauviir take notice of their qualities. Oh, but I forget, your blood is tainted, your focus is tainted as well. Tell me, male, what is it that you believe in? If not the Underdark, that of Lloth and the ways of the Drow. You think you are better than I? That your flesh may turn a lighter hue if you remain here in the Upper World, where they allow goblins to run wild? Or, are you a goblin beneath that flesh of yours, in the guise of a man, I thought was Drow?"
            "My reasons of being within Never Dark are none of your concern. And the taint in my blood has nothing to do with my denial of wanting to be found interesting by the likes of you." Not once did his voice lift. One would have to wonder if he yelled at all. Still he seemed utterly calm, which he indeed was. Again the horse shifted, shaking its head with a flick of ear to get a bug from the fine hairs. "I do not think myself better than anyone." He lifted a shoulder in a shrug then huffed away a lock of white. Must have been what that other man had been talking about, that of e'quills. Truly, she didn't understand his way of thinking, it was all new to her. She'd heard of the supporters of the Never Dark, but most were either dead, or put through torture then died. Most of them that were alive, were on the surface world. "Very well." She was getting nowhere fast with him, he wouldn't take her to the map, would not reveal who the supporter of hers was. Accepting he would tell her nothing, she turned her focus from him and to the minion that stood there like a solid statue.
            Within his silence he began to wonder about her age. Some would have guessed by now that he didn't follow Lloth with his demeanor here. Then again, those of Lloth aren't usually told of other Gods or Goddesses at a young age. Dampening his lips faintly he shifted his gaze from her to the peon that followed her around like a puppy dog, and he snorted again. While he can do the act with utmost perfection, that didn't mean he enjoyed it. Subservience was a natural thing in Underdark from male to female, and as long as one kept their eyes low and spoke when beckoned, they lived for a long while. Again his hand lifted, pushing some wind touched strands from his face to tuck behind an upswept ear.
            Using her index finger, a long, narrow digit, she scratched the underside of her jaw. It seemed that silence swept through the night, an owl hooted as it took flight over them. Easing forward, she slipped from the boulder and stood. Weakened from the blood boil, yet, having gained some strength back; she wouldn't let it show just how tired, hungry and totally annoyed with the situation. Instead, a faint smile touched her lips as she looked at him, she stepped down with careful steps. Her minion right behind her, then she took to the path where he was with his steed. "What is it that a male like yourself would want for, in exchange for the information I need?"
            Coming from his thoughts as her movement caught his attention, he shifted his gaze over to her, watching her as she approached him with the brute at her flank. The woman was persistent, he would give her that. His fingers faintly tightened, then loosened around the reins he held within his hand before he kept to a still again with only his eyes following her. "You want the map, I stated that it would be given to you tomorrow. You want information of my recent employer, you will not be able to even pry that from my cold dead carcass." And.. she was just supposed to believe him.. yeah, right. Again, when she was annoyed, that tick of her right eye came and went. "When will I get the map?" Persistent, of course she was, it was the only reason she was there. Ready to leave the surface and go back to her own world where things were normal again. Etched brow lifted slightly. "I've no intent on prying anything from your dead carcass.." No, she'd do that when he was alive.
            "Not even when I am alive." As if he were reading her mind. It was true, Drow did have a form of ESP with other Drow, but he wasn't using it. He simply knew the methods of these Lloth wenches, after all, he was degraded by them for over two hundred years. Tilting his head from one side to the other to crack his neck, he closed his eyes to half lid returning to the idle regard of her. "You will get the map tomorrow." If he was telling the truth or not only he knew. It seemed he was. Then again.. he was an expert at subterfuge. Small smile, he was intelligent, that much was true. He would be a fine specimen to use in procreation, perhaps one day. "Fair enough, and until then, you will not leave my sight... I will remain with you.." Hand settled to the hilt of her sword, in a non-threatening pose, more of a relaxed resting of her hand. Idly, her index finger caressed the jewel embedded within the hilt, as though drawing comfort from it alone. It glowed with the touch, a soft blue tone.
            A foreign sound left him then, a slight mirthless chuckle. "I am afraid that cannot be, High Lady. I have another job to tend to and I cannot have you tagging along. You will get your map as I have no need for it. Even if I have to send one of these humans to give it to you." He shrugged lightly. At least she could sate what blood thirst she might have by killing the human soon after. Lifting a hand he rubbed the underside of his nose slowly with a gloved finger, a seemingly thoughtful gesture. He began to wonder just why she was adamant on needing that map. She looked at the horse, its legs, she could easily remove her sword and slice off its legs with him within the saddle. Yet, she didn't. Not out of the kindness of her heart, for it was a meaningless animal. Stepping back, she nodded, then stepped around to the back of the horse, a flick of her fingers, unseen, released a powdery substance to the hindquarters of the animal; then she walked toward the edge of the path again. "Then I expect that tomorrow, at sunset, I will meet you back at that tavern."
            If she expected him not to turn around the moment she began to move behind, she was wrong. He nudged the horse sharply and turned the reins, sending it into a steady turn as his head tilted again. He had missed the touched of substance, but it mattered not. If the horse died, then it would. If it was something that she could follow, the tracking would be pointless. He regarded her for a time more then gave a shallow dip of his chin. "At the same tavern, then. I will be there as soon as the sun sets." The effects of the powder wouldn't do much but allow to pinpoint where he was, the powder was taken from the sword's hilt. An image would allow her to see exactly where it went, and most likely, the man on it. She looked up at him. The moon's glow touched her dark flesh, reflected in her eyes. Weary, she was tired and needed rest, hungered for food and thirst needed quenched. "Very well." She removed a flask from her side and slowly turned the silvery hued top to remove it.
            He nodded again, then as it seemed they had nothing more to speak of, he gave a nudge of heels against the horses flank, sending it into a lazy walk so he could continue about his way. He needed to find another inn for the night before it had waned on as the day would bring another hunt. This one much, much bigger than the one he had done with her mother and sister. Finally letting a yawn part his lips he took in a deep breath with it, then released it with a dampening of the dark tiers. She turned as he started down the path again, another minion hadn't been far off and she gave the signal for it to follow. Always, she had at least four of them with her from now on. Only one would be seen, another had been sent to the underworld to retrieve more that would follow her. Army of spiders that would assist in what she had to do. The male may think he was getting away with something now, but within a few days, she'd have build her army upon the surface world. She turned back the way she'd come, some where, from reading the map, was the trail that would start her journey toward the mage she was seeking. Perhaps, that was why Rizzen was there? She started the search, food could wait, sleep could wait.
            He didn't think that in the least, but wouldn't blame her for that thought. He was too enigmatic. And down right suspicious. He gave another nudge of his heels, sending the horse into a steady gallop. Having it remain in a languid pace would have taken him even longer. He was becoming tired, and the wine further set into his system, having him unawares was not something he enjoyed, not in the least. Giving a slow yawn he closed his eyes, half slumping within the saddle as he brought the horse from its gallop to a languid canter. Soon enough his eyes closed, though ears remained open.