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[Alaundril Do'Rhett]

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Alaundril had directed The Boss downstairs, his patience for Matron Viaxus was growing thin. The old drow found it hard to concentrate on the business at hand when the Matron was sprawled across The Boss' desk. What she hoped to accomplish from that Alaundril could only guess. Perhaps once he tired of his current bedmate he would pursue Ka'iksix. When it was timed properly and served some purpose besides feeding the Matron's own desires. Her actions downstairs just minutes ago had set the Assassin on his heels. He admitted however, that he was not displeased. In fact, he looked forward to the time that they could fufill those desires. With a quiet chuckle he moved around the messy room and looked for a bottle of whiskey, times like these called for a drink...
He doubted the Boss would share his own feelings about the lusty Matron. That one seemed quite different than any other drow he had met. In fact, over the centuries many had whispered that he wasn't a drow at all. It was rumored that he was Vhaeraun, or some avatar of him. One could not be sure what the truth was when that deity was concerned. Alaundril grinned. The Boss had just returned last night and went through the appropriate means of proving his identity. Alaundril had last seen him when they parted ways 5 centuries ago, when the Boss had given title and the Syndicate to Alaundril. To see him return in these troubled times was a good omen. His time as Boss was at an end, because it seemed that the true leader had returned. The Boss was extremely pleased with the progress in the Drow quarter. When he arrived that night, he appointed Alaundril as "Manager". His envoy to the Syndicates that worked for him.
He set the glass down and filled it half way with the dark brown liquid and took a look out the window into the desert night.
At least I haven't spotted any unwanted company in our new home. Now I and spend my time assisting our operatives rather than digging through paperwork and reports. My skills have rusted in this current station. Alaundril made a disdainful face as he thought of the last few months of work he had done. He longed to be hidden in the shadows. Longed for the thrill of the hunt again. He swirled the whiskey in the glass, looking into its depths for a moment, then drained the small glass and set it aside. The brief conversation that had passed between him and his superior echoed in his mind...

"You have rebuilt what was lost?"
"Of course Boss. I fared much better than the sad Human that attempted to carry on our legacy."
"Stark was weak. Plain and simple. As all humans are when it comes to matters like this."
"Well, he won't disgrace us any longer. I had him relocated..."
"Excellent. Then everything is going as I have forseen."
"As it always does Boss."
"What of the Lloth Matron? She supports our cause?"
"She is the most reliable ally we have. At least as far as Lloth worshippers go. But I am likewise loyal to her."
"And the recent developments here in this city? Regarding the undead?"
"I have implemented the plans as directed. I sent Kinn to speak with those concerned."
"Perfect."
"Speaking of Matrons. She's downstairs...I just saw her come in downstairs Boss."
"Good, I have been wanting to meet this Kal'iksix...."

[Kal'iksix]

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Kal'iksix pouted while sitting on the desk with her legs crossed. Alaundril was the Boss was he not? Who was this person who claimed to be The Boss. Alaundril entered the room and Kal'iksix turned on the charm. Seductively perched on the desk, she tried to manipulate this male into following her orders. That's when it came out, the word "childish" came from his mouth. Kal'iksix instantly saw red and prepared to utter the order for her spiders to attack and kill Alaundril. She could care less if he was of noble blood.

"My work is done, I have returned to my duty in the shadows, if you wish to speak to the Boss, I will be glad to get him."

Kal'iksix turned from him and waved him away to fetch the Boss. Obviously he was NOT the noble he portrayed and she would no long deal with a mere peasant. Perhaps she would have better luck with the real Boss. Kal'iksix pulled up her short skirt a little more, adjusted her top, and ran her fingers through her hair and put on the most sexiest smile she could as the door opened.

"Here we go," she thought and smiled coyly as the man who insulted her and whom she insulted back walked in the room. "Oh damn," her heart sank realizing what she did.