The Zau'afin Embassy

Several cycles had passed from when Nath'dril last had visited the Zau'afin compound. It was at the beginning of this cycle though that she found herself taking her first steps into the embassy. She wasn’t accustomed to drow hiding behind the formal process and paper work of things.' If this was the way of this city, who am I to change it?' she thought to herself , her smirk returning to her lips as she stepped into the embassy.She looked around curiosity getting the better of her as she wondered who here would be willing to address such basic things.

In the embassy foyer midst, a sinuous drow woman dressed in Zau’Afin armor approaches with a subtle bow “Vendui Yath’abben Nath’dril Ken’duis. This one be Sargtlin Zarra of quellar Zau’afin.” Zarra stands alert with an unflinching stature.

Nath’dril took a moment to look over and consider the woman in front of her . The bait was obvious but it did offer a additional degree of interest to the whole situation. Due to careful practice the smirk never left her lips “ Vendui , Sargtlin. It seems usstan have been expected. Do dos know why usstan am here?”

Both hands upon her hips, Zarra with a blank expression responds “Xas yathabban, usstan know power brings dos here. Usstan do naut know if you come to take or give power. Either way, eyes are upon dos.”

“Bwael, then. It saves ussa some of the boring ducking and dodging around in conversation does it naut?”She took a brief moment to stretch “ Now perhaps we start from the beginning.. tell ussa about Quellar Zau'afin” The amused smirk remains plastered on the face of the young Yath'abbemn