Azalin, both beautiful and wondrous, is also a very complex maze of darkness, run by the great houses which are always at war between each other. Each house is run by a powerful matron mother. Azalin is a city run by functional chaos.
Ezris, matron of house Narshonebon, was sitting in her council room, at the top of a high tower, in the house complex. "Thirty, we jumped them; it was executed perfectly." Zier stated matter-of-factly. "And Drezzen … I took care of Drezzen." Matron Ezris smiled menacingly, not out of pride for her son but for the assassination of Drezzen. Drezzen, the weapons master of house Daxtonan, had been a major factor in the struggle between Narshonebon and its rival house Daxtonan.
Kiera, a cleric and the first ranked priestess of house Narshonebon, walked in, her black and red robes with silver lining waving with the house's colors. "Seiven of Igleis has informed me that a patrol has found why the murlocs were intruding on Drow territory." She paused for a moment. "Goblins."
"Goblins are no threat." Zier stated flatly.
"Speak when spoken to." Ezris snapped at him.
"In my years I have never witnessed a horde of goblins such as this." Kiera said.
"How many?" Matron Ezris Demanded.
"Hundreds." Kiera replied. "The forces of Azalin are being called together to take care of the problem. We move out tomorrow."