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Arlyth didn't know where Alae's rooms were, but a maid was more than happy to give him directions. He found the room easily, and the door was open. When he poked his head in, he noticed a large mist hovering in front of Alae. The mist dissipated and left a woman. A drow, most definatley, with ebony black skin and silver eyes that held none of the warmth he had seen in his cousins'. She was dressed in black leather, and a rather nasty looking 6 headed flail was strapped to her back, while two long swords were sheathed at her sides. Her smooth face seemed ageless, though he couldn't figure out why, she was twice the age of his father, after all.
This could be none other than Alliene. And at the moment, she looked very angry.
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