Lethuron Windwolf, mercenary dark elf, and member of no family, stepped into the cavern that was Lith My'athar. his home. He hadn't thought that he would return to the place, and in the depths of his heart, he supposed he hadn't wanted to. Since his family, Di' Paleth, had been destroyed on a fateful night over a century ago. He had journeyed to Menzoberranzan, and fought for several families there.
His memories of this place were not kind; his matron mother beating him with snake headed whips, the priestesses of Lolth beating him with their cruel whips. He remembered clearly the day he ahd witnessed the sacrafice of a hundred prisoners to Lolth. It was no suprise that any drow with morales would be revolted. It was so with Lethuron Windwolf, or Lethuron Di'paleth as he had been known then. He had been out of the city, on parole, when Di' Paleth had been attacked. The only kink in a plan which had cost the life of a thousand nobles, warriors and slaves of house Di' Paleth.

Mushrooms lay all around him. Some, he knew screamed when you got within a certain distance of them. He avoided these. Lethuron kept going into the city, looking for his old house's compund. he found it and discovered another house had taken it up to use as their own compound. He sighed. Nothing had change dint he years he had been gone; the drow of his home city were still scheming as they had been before, not letting any oppurtunities go. He heard footsteps behind him, and turned to see who it as, his katana already pulled out.

The drow always amused Rith. their way of life was contorted and twisted so much that it kept them from functioning as well as they could. Behind every back was one knife waiting to strike. Freindships were a rare bond to find and trust was a thing only for one's self. Lith My'ather was a much nicer milder version of the other drow citites and tried to do well to get along with the surface dwellers, a dispicable idea amongst the drow of deeper cities and amongst the followers of Lloth. The city was not so surprisingly the most removred from the worship of Lloth.

Rith had a few thing he need to get from the city, he had heard some one knew of a forlorn Dwarven mine closed and locked on account of some nasty beast being disturbed in the process. This compelement a few rumors he had managed to find, all he need no was a location.

It was Rith's footsteps that Lethuron heard. Purple robes and green gloves covered most of Rith's features, leaving a strange pumkin head in plain veiw on Rith's shoulders rather than a normal humaniod head of any sort. There seemed to be an empty darkness behind the carved triangular eyes and jagged-tooth grin. The carved mouth even moved as Rith spoke. "It truly is wise to always keep one's drawn? It often shows inexperience, the inability to draw it quickly egough, and paranoia," Rith mused in a childish voice befitting of childish form. Rith had enough time for a minor diversion.

Eliel skulked along the tunnels of Menzoberranzan, His racial home. At least half. He looked longingly at the mushroom patched and the enourmous stalegmites. The heat pulsed from everywhere, giving vivid color to his infravision. He enjoyed the sights, basking in the warm darkness.

He sat admiring the mushrooms in one particular grove, Abandoned as it was. He heard the sound of footsteps and ducked behind a stalegmite. He kept one hand on his sword, prepared for anything. at first he thought the man had heard him, when he drew his sword, but saw a rather unusual humanoid approach him.

Eliel was not sure what to feel as he gazed upon this pumpkin-headed creature. It had carved eyes and mouth, very much like the pumpkins of the surface cities around this time. He was surprised, however, as the man, or was it a woman?, spoke. The mouth moved accordingly with the words, something he would think impossible.

OOC: Sorry I haven't posted sice like, forver. I have had masses of coursework to do, and then lost the site :(
Lethuron sheathed his weapon, gathering that the strange, child like thing in front and the drow wished him no harm. Nodding hs head to the smaller creature, Lethuron spoke. "I drew insinctively," he said, and to the drow, he signalled with small finger twitched and hand movements; What is this creature? Finishing the question with a tiny nod towards the punmpkin-head.