Mercy! Of all terrible emotions to reveal, why did the damn Do'Urden show mercy? Lolth seethed when the charismatic second boy convinced his older brother to let the svirfneblin expedition leader go "as an example." Rubbish! It was mercy, pure and simple...
So, when Matron Malice dared to call upon her yochlol's again, the Handmaiden refused to answer her question. She wasn't entirely certain if the cunning Do'Urden male had understood the implications of Masoj Hun'ett's attack, but it hardly mattered: House Do'Urden would know soon enough who was attacking them.
She was pleased, however, by the angry glares filling the air between the weapon master and his son. As soon as Malice released them from audience they would battle, she knew, and she eagerly anticipated the match. Lolth knew she would be spectator to one of the greatest battles of all time. No matter the outcome, she would be rid of one nuisance and the ambitions of the other sedated.
The second boy gasped out his suspicions of Masoj Hun'ett, Matron Malice dismissed the males back to their duties, and Drizzt and Zaknafein soon found one another. Licking demonic lips, Lolth focused her attention on the powerful combatants. They twirled and spun, their blades crashing with all the fury the two dark elves could hurl at each other. Such close observation allowed her to read the surface thoughts of each male, and she was disgusted to learn that they hated not one another, but the darkness that was perceived in their own hearts! Each was involved in a dance of death that had little to do with their emotions for one another.
Suddenly, Drizzt was caught off-guard and Zaknafein's blades were at his throat. In desperation, he cried out that he had not killed the surface elf. A faint flicker at the edge of her senses alerted her to the scryings of Matron Malice and her daughter Briza, but Lolth barely noticed.
She could taste Drizzt's blood on the edge of the blade.
Zaknafein threw his weapon aside and embraced his son, crying out his relief at his "survival." Horrified by that most un-drowish display of paternal affection, Lolth returned her consciousness to the Abyss. How dare they! Had she not given Drizzt the greatest gift ever bestowed upon a worthless male? He'd not touched the spellfire, he'd not channeled even an eighth of his potential power!
Kill Drizzt, she ordered Masoj Hun'ett. He wanders outside of the city this night... wait for him near Donigarten.
The defiant soul of Zaknafein she received gleefully, ordering not one but two yochlols assigned to giving him his proper punishment for forsaking her. So distracted was she by the prospect of the willful weapon master being tormented, she forgot the impending showdown between the wizard and the warrior.
Lolth was painfully reminded when the souls of Alton DeVir and Masoj Hun'ett arrived in her demesne.