Tuculcha was sort of watching Amaronte actions out of the corner of her eye, as she scanned her spellbooks for what she was searching for. She felt a sudden sharp pain in her arm at the same time as the Raven shrieked in agony. Her full attention suddenly turned towards the shimmery image to her left. She watched as Sterling shoved her beloved Raven into the bag. “HOW DARE HE!?!?”
Still smiling with a wicked grin on his face, the Drow announced openly, "Tuculcha! I know you're listening and I know you're watching! I want to thank you for providing us with a hostage! Now here are our terms: Stay out of our way and leave us alone! If anything happens to anyone of us, I guarantee you that I will personally do the bird what the Erl King did to you! But if you're a good little girl and stay out of our business, I promise that I'll release the bird when we leave here! Understand?!"
“AAAHHH! That insolent Drow! How dare he treat me like this in my own Castle!!!”
The dark sorceress fumed angrily as she caste a spell, which brought her close to her adversaries. She appeared before them; dressed in a floor-length, midnight-colored gown of the finest silk. The gown’s front was cut low enough to show ample cleavage and the loose, sheer sleeves trailed to the floor. Her pale face was framed by the raven-colored ringlets which cascaded to her waist. Her violet eyes burned with anger, although her composure seemed calm.
The deep violet eyes quickly bypassed the Warrioress in the lead and feel upon the Drow Swordsman. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company? I thought you all were heading towards the center of the swamp, why have you entered my home? What business do you have her?”
Her eyes fell upon the backpack which contained her beloved Amar. “I know you wish me to leave you go about your business, but it is quite impolite to just barge in here and do whatever you please. Perhaps if you were to tell me what brings you here, I might be inclined to help you; if only to be rid of you so I can go about the repairs to this place. Your ‘Friend’ was kind enough to leave most of the place intact, though the ground floor is missing more than a few walls.” Her eyes shifted momentarily to glance at the debris which was once a grand room. Half the walls were missing, the floor was torn up and the priceless wall tapestries were now in tatters. “I wish to prevent any more damage to my home, if it can be helped. What do you want here?”
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