The Last Tale of Ra'han Lhalabar - I

(written 03.06.09)

"It's what?" Ra'han did not sound as suspicious as he intended. These things simply did not apply to his way of life anymore, not since he has taken on his original albeit lonely lifestyle.
"I'm telling true, I swear, Master Ra'han! You must believe me and correspond at once!"

Ra'han made a show of sneering at the young drow's tone of speech.

"I must, lord Nebul? Who said I must? As far as I know, it has been decades since Matron…" The old weaponmaster paused and gave a careless twirl of his hand. "Sinifaine", the young lord dared to frown as he assisted Ra'han's apathy, mistaking it for forgetfulness. The weaponmaster returned a scowl of his own, to which he received an appeasing flinch from the young Nebul.

"Sinifaine, yes. Thank you my lord. As I was saying it has been decades since Matron Sinifaine has refused me entry to Shadowrealm". The experienced fighter paused for a few moments, letting the younger drow realize his lack of interest in the cause.

Ra'han has played the part of underdark-guide for almost a century, highlighted by the event in which he was outcast from Shadowrealm, his ancient homeland. However, he failed to show any inclination of coming back, especially since he has been hunted ever since that sorry occasion. It is needless to say no bounty-hunter has ever been successful, initiating therefore the current status-quo between himself and the nobility of Shadowrealm; he was to stay out and they were to stop bothering him. As an underdark-guide, and a drow warrior with a few centuries of experience, the old drow had no need for cities in any case, being able to survive the underdark reaches known to him.

The young noble shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Ra'han sat and glared at his standing counterpart. It was a preferred strategy of his to make young upstart drow uncomfortable, relying on his reputation as well. It was unclear, however, at whose annoyance at him lord Nebul feared more, Ra'han's or the matron's. The weaponmaster didn't care about that either. It has been more than a few decades than he cared about Shadowrealm politics. Nor did he care what any of its inhabitants, like Nebul, thought about him. "Master Ra'han", the noble inquired with a puzzled expression, "Since you seem so eager to forget Shadowrealm exists, how is it you still lurk around so much? Homesick much?".

Ra'han was both surprised and infuriated at such a personal question. By the time it took the old fighter to pick a feeling, and for the young Nebul to realize his mistake, they found themselves thrown on the ground, the weaponmaster looking down at Nebul, sprawled on the floor, his limbs pinned to the ground and bleeding a little from where Ra'han's black dagger penetrated Nebul's lucrative piece of armor.

"Wrong subject, lord Nebul", the old weaponmaster snarled. Nebul glared up at him half terrified half angry, whimpered "But what of the ma…", "Tell Matron Sinifaine the same thing, you brat!" Ra'han snapped. He waited for Nebul's nervous nod and got up. The young drow took his time and dignity standing up, he was a noble after all, and stared expressionlessly at the weaponmaster. "You grow old and careless, Master Ra'han. That little stunt will cost you. You'll hear from us again".

He left right after without another word or other sort of sound. The underdark-guide found himself thinking he was growing too patient with these bastards and upstarts from his hometown. They feared him on their own, but felt brave thinking of the support of their matron mothers. They could rely on them, of course, but that meant little to Ra'han. They were forgetting who he was and what he was capable of. They already forgot he taught their ancestors everything they know.

It was past time he reminded the lowlifes their place in the underdark's treacherous domain. "And I'll be waiting, young lord Nebul. It is indeed past time I had a chat with Matron Sinifaine".