"Lloth tlu malla. You surprise me still, Venorik." From her native tongue to Common she easily shifted as she looked over the documentation of the incident. She wanted an accident, she got one. The one the woman sought to be killed was 'accidentally' struck down by a cart, her chest pierced by a piece of wood. If one bothered looking over things with a more critical eye, perhaps they would have noticed that it was directly between third and forth rib. D'veil rose eyes of dark amethyst to the one that stood before her in such a militant pose. His face impassive, as well as that dark garnet gaze. "Kneel." Without hesitation he lowered, meeting the ground with one knee, then the other. His chin dipped, bringing the cowl of piwafwi to faintly lower. Raising her legs she placed one upon his poised shoulder, the arch of her foot rested delicately upon the cloth covered metal. If he looked up he would surely get a rather nice view. That was the point. Always did she try to tempt him.
             "There is another job you have been scheduled for. Down within Ched Nasad. Someone wishes you to rid the House Zauviir of their Matron and first daughter." Sliding her foot from his shoulder the tip of toes rested beneath his chin, and canted it up slightly. While his head lifted, his eyes remained lowered, half lid. Outwardly no expression crossed his face, but inwardly.. inwardly was a completely different thing. Her toes curled lightly within the cloth of tunic and fine mithril mail. "But first, there is a job you have to do. Here." Was she attempting to make him sick to his stomach? It was working. Hooking her foot within the chain of the pouch set about his neck she lured him closer, pulling him from his kneel and to her. Once near he would be instructed on what to do exactly to seek to her pleasure and not his own. The moment was impassioned.. at least for one person. Like a well oiled machine, he simply did what he must, and without much thought.

             "Ist--" The males words were cut off by a quick glance given in his direction. "Venorik.. Venorik. I'm sorry." It was his younger brother, one he had yet to kill to ensure that he wouldn't try to vie for his position. Timidly he approached, lowering down in a one knee'd kneel to offer up the satchel. Taking it from him he gave a nod then turned around to go back to setting up the saddle for the riding lizard. It reminded him of the one he used to have. Before his mother killed and ate it. How ironic that he used one of the ribs from that same animal to pierce through her black heart. For long he had survived like this. Using subterfuge, manipulation. Sooner or later it was going to come back on him. Keltharath moved away, leaving his brother to his thoughts, which he was so obviously within. A glance back and he continued about his way, returning to the House. The travel would be long to the City of Shimmering Webs. Long and boring. He had ways to keep himself occupied, though. Running his tongue over his lips he spat to the ground, getting rid of D'veils taste as much as he could. At least her scent was washed off of his body. If it was possible he would have scrubbed himself red. Ebony flesh didn't allow that.
             Ched Nasad. He hated that place. Mainly because it was filled but nothing but Lloth followers. Claddath was once of that city, but when it had been taken to secrecy it had moved from one to another, and another. Nomadic the house. Placing his foot within the stirrup he slung his other leg over, settling down comfortably upon the soft saddle. With an irritable hiss the lizard was moved onward with a nudge of heels into its sides. Thankfully it was a wall climber, he would have to pass over several of them before he could get to that place. First he would either have to go around, or through Menzoberranzan just to get there. It was a large place, and one lone Drow upon a riding lizard shouldn't raise too many wan brows. The time, he wasn't too sure about, but he knew it was beyond the Black Death of Narbondel, midnight. It didn't matter. As long as he got to Ched Nasad unscathed, nothing mattered.