Matari stormed into the library, eyes narrowed, and a snarl on his face.

He had received a message the day before.

A message that said someone knew him, and gave a time for when they were willing to greet him.

He stood in this hall of magic, a sneer on his face, waiting for whoever might come…

((I'm hoping this might give you a little in-depth information on Matari, and his...dear cousin...))

Zins’ lips stretched into a thin smile, and she stepped from behind a bookshelf near the door, and shut it quietly.

She padded slowly down the pathway to face Matari for the first time in many years.

“Hello Matari…Miss me?” She laughed, not happily, but with a deadly calm.

Matari spun. “You! The dwarf! He was…He was…” He stopped in shock. “You should be dead!” He stepped backwards, eyes wide, then snarled and pointed at her accusingly. "WHY AREN'T YOU DEAD?!"

The half-elf’s grin grew wider. “I know. So it was you?” Her voice turned cold, and she gave a small hiss.

“Now I really know why you were sent to live with your mother, you half-blooded bastard.”

Matari forced the horror and shock away at what she said, and his face became a mask.

“So are you.” He sneered angrily, thoigh he was horrified by her insinuation.

"At least I don't act the part!" Her voice was drained of all emotion, blank and cold, and she was calm, cool and collected. And the look on her face was so very, very deadly...

"And I'm doing just fine, thank you for asking." She smirked. "What of you little soul-stealer?"

Matari smiled at her, sickeningly sweet.

"Much better that you will be in a few moments." He lunged, drawing his katana, and aiming at the half-elf's neck.