[Delmah Phor]

The guards at the gate leading into the Enclave are quite shocked by the massive wolf shape that enters Delmah Phor. A wave of concern ripple through the militia guarding the drow home, but it was noted that the beast did not seem hostile. Still it was worrisome, and a few plain clothesed members of the militia were dispatched to follow at a distance. In the barracks, soldiers mustered and prepared for possible hostilities. Drow were nothing if not paranoid.

Near the scroll, Aly'ithra looks at those gathered around and shrugs. "I may as well." She decides before approaching the scroll and carefully picking it up to read. The gold seemed so delicate. "Tokens?" The dragon blooded drow wonders as she begins.