"Masaghar!"The male lifted up his head sharply from the scroll he was perusing, his white eyebrows arching sharply. He tossed the scroll aside with a great deal less care than he probably should have. It was a magics scroll that belonged to his teacher in the wizard's Sorcere school. Masaghar hated magic. He prefered to continue his studies in the use of his twin short swords.Rushing out of his dorm chamber, he stopped short in the hallway and his eyes widened. Instantly, with the submission forced upon him from years as a male in a female dominated society, he dropped to one knee and bowed his head."Yes, Matron Desplyl."The Matron looked down at her son and a slow smile curved her lips."It is time to come home, Son, for a while. Morgloth is dead. You are Weapons Master."Her smile turned wicked as her son looked up at her, his eyes again widening and a slow evil grin of his own forming."House Desplyl is going to war."***My first drow drawing, done years ago.Drawn in pencil.