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Kirrath watched feeling amused as his sister attempted to command the fellowship to speak. She hit them, cursed at them, did everything she could think of but they just wouldn't speak. Kirrath knew that they did not understand the Drow tongue.
"It will not work" Kirrath said to his sister.
The words had barely been a whisper but she heard them well enough, she spun on him smacking him across his cheek. He did not flinch as she screamed a tirade of curses and swear words at him, he merely sat stoically waiting for her to calm. Whomever sent her into the underdark must wasn't her dead, Kirrath thought, because she made enough ruckus for every daemon in the nine hells to hear. She finally stopped shouting.
"Well? Why don't they speak, they have tongues don't they?" She asked out of frustration.
Kirrath grinned, "They do not understand our language, I can speak theirs, and I will talk to them for you."
Oruna snarled, "What makes you so cleaver to have been able to learn their language? You are but a mere male; you can not understand what a priestess of Loth can."
"Perhaps, but I have an item that this priestess of Loth is lacking, one which allows me to know, and speak their language."
"And what, prey tell, is this object that you have?" Oruna goaded.
"A brain." Kirrath said simply, he knew he was going to pay for that remark, but he could not help himself, he smiled mirthlessly at his enraged sister.
How dare he? That impudent wretch! Oruna's thoughts swirled around angrily, as she glared at her brother, his smile; she wanted to smack it from his face, but she realized that she needed his language abilities, for now at least. She was not one of Loth's more accomplished.
Kirrath turned to the bruised fellowship. "I am sorry you had to endure that." Kirrath said softly, "My sister has a very uncontrollable attitude sometimes."
"Do not speak with us traitor!" Legolas exclaimed angrily before any of the others could speak.
"I am sorry that you feel betrayed, but you must understand from my point of view, a male Drow, as I am, has almost no say in his life, you saw what Oruna did to her guard. She will do worse to me."
"Why should we…" Legolas started before he was cut off from Aragorn.
"I know not if we can trust you." He said coldly "but we need to know what will happen, is their any escape for us?"
Kirrath looked at them sadly, "No" he said "there is no escape, just pray for a swift end, and above all do not talk about the ring."
"You know?" Boromir asked for the fellowship as their eyes widened. "How…"
"I am able to sense it; it tries to corrupt me even now. The Drow live among these sentinant objects all the time. I can ignore it most of the time but it is for sure the most powerful I have felt yet, and keeping its influence at bay is proving a struggle for me. Beware; my sister will seek it once she is known of its existence, and so will all the Drow in Menzoberanzan. Keep it hidden as long as you can."
"You are strange master Kirrath" Sam said "One minute you want to help us, the next use us for your own reasons. What is your cause this time?"
"I don't want to die." Kirrath said simply "And I will not in this city, I will be tortured and kept alive for all of my life. As will you or you will be sacrificed for the glory of the Spider Queen, I do not wish that upon anything."
"How can we trust you?" Legolas said a bit calmer but not satisfied entirely.
Kirrath only shook his head "There is no alternative, there is no other to turn to, trust me only long enough for us to escape, then I will leave you wherever we may land. Trust me that long."
"You said that we may never escape." Legolas countered.
"One can only hope." Kirrath said softly, none heard him.
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Jarlaxle sat at his desk, the unusual Drow's slender hands spoke, in the Drow sign-language, to one of Jarlaxle's scouts.
So his sister finally managed to find him? Jarlaxle signed
Yes and a large number of surface dwellers that he had captured. The scout responded.
Jarlaxle considered these implications, should he leave Kirrath to the mercy of his sister? He had after all betrayed him. But at the same time Jarlaxle felt a sort of pity for Kirrath; he reminded Jarlaxle of another Drow quite similar to him attitude wise, loyal, but not contented. He, of course, was long dead.
Anything else to report? Jarlaxle signed, still contemplating these implications.
One of the surface-dwellers was an elf.
An elf? Jarlaxle was even more intrigued by this. Kirrath had indeed struck a 'golden opportunity' as the humans said. What he could accomplish with this situation was a mystery to the eccentric Drow. Intrigue was a favorite game of Jarlaxle's, and this situation was full of it. This would be very interesting indeed. With a wave of his hand he dismissed the Drow, contemplating everything reported. Very intriguing indeed.
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As the group neared Menzoberanzan Kirrath felt a wave of anger directed at himself, he was so cowardly that he would not help those whom had not desired to hurt him. They had not harmed him; they had done nothing to merit his betrayal and still after all he had done to them they still were willing to trust him. Foolish, but Kirrath admired them for their loyalty. He regretted now every decision to sabotage them greatly; on the inside.
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