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[Alaundril Do'Rhett]

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Eight centuries he had lived. Perhaps it was less than that, but at this point Alaundril found it pointless to count anymore. In those eight long centuries of life, he had seen the fall of nearly every major Drow house in the lands of Sossaria. A great many of those houses had fallen because of his...talents. He found it hard to compare the recent developments with anything else he had experienced before. Perhaps the coming of a Lich Lord was something that even he would only experience once. The Double Dagger was dark that evening, except for a single candle within an empty sparring pit on the third floor. Alaundril sat in the cool desert air, deep in thought. The lich...he could still hear the creature's voice in his mind. It seemed to be the essence of death itself. He could clearly remember the first time he had seen this Darrien Church in person.
It was almost by accident that he had slipped into the Sepulcher the night that Darrien Church came to speak to then Warlord Shalcross. Throughout the lengthy conversation, Alaundril heard the Lich speak to the Warlord like a child. Appearantly the Lich was forming a Conclave with the dark guilds scattered in Umbra. The resignation of the Matriarch could not have come at a worse time. Not that he cared for the fate of the Umbrans or whatever legacy they claimed to have, but their ignorance of his activities had given him and his outfit a wide berth for business. While this Lich was claiming to be giving us more freedom, he seemed to be taking quite a bit from everyone.
The Decrees that the Lich had made in the most recent days had infuriated the Drow to no end. He felt as if his hands were bound in the city he had come to rather enjoy. This conclave would no doubt want his Syndicate to divulge information. All information. There would be nothing to come from the work he and his Watcher had done. The Boss looked up from the tiled floor and at the candle, which flickered slightly in a breeze.
If I give away my product then it becomes worthless. Maybe it's time to change markets.
Of course there was a bright side, at least the recent chaos was keeping the coffers filled. Expenses expenses...