Drow Legacy

Drow servents scurry about preparing for a reception. As usual they only did their best after blood was shed. But that was why these drow were slaves. No motivation. Matron mother Unrea motions for Y'stin'va to shed blood. The draegoloth leaps onto the unsuspecting drow who had been scrubbing the same pice of stone for minutes.

Umbrea turns walking towards the main gate to check on her eldest daughter. At least she produced results. Walking down the coradoor matron mother spots her battle master waiting patiently. "Matron, may I have a moment of you're valuable time." motioning for him to follow, "You have until the main gate."

The battle master drops into step behind his matron. "We have a problem with our Drow Legacy!" Slowing her stride Matron Mother Umrea turns towards her private quarters... "Let's discuss this in private."