> The elf would surely be grateful when he awoke. Then again, perhaps not, since healing from a demon-lord usually had nefarious side-effects....> Jyslin Ril, a priestess of Lloth and a daughter of House Maerdyn waited quietly in the darkest shadows of the ancient trees. As soon as the Angel of Grammar had departed, she stepped out under the spreading oaks. She directed her troops with the silent sign language of the drow.
> Several warriors moved quickly to gather the unconscious form, of Morion Kuu. Within moments they were gone--vanished into the vast darkness of the forest.
Vanabarion wandered into the place where all this had just taken place. Unawhare of what had happened he stopped when he smelled the traces of the Grammarian in the air. He just been running a mile to get that acrid smell out of his nostrils. Fear filled his heart not knowing wether the Grammarian was playing with him or wether something else had happened but he did not like it. Suddenly, he heard a small noise some seven yards away. He started to run, just because he didn't want anymore trouble today. He accidentally ran off in the direction of the drow when he ran into.......