"Already want to abuse my powers, weapon master?" He said chuckling bitterly. "Yes I could do that, very simple incantation, if you know how to do it. My best attribute in magic is as an illusionist, I'll have you know." He said with another smirk, boasting about his powers.
Exodus, who had lived 351 years under drow rule, knew the ins and outs and what he was aloud and not aloud to do. Boasting could cause him his life...if he couldn't prove the boast true. And Exodus, who was always on the cocky side, never once overestimated his magical power, and if he said he could do something, than he could.
Entering the undercity, Exodus guided Mil'Inthil to the place, where the only intellegent, or half intellegent beings gathered to council themselves. "They call themselves the council of theives. Basically what they are. But aren't we all?" Exodus said revealing some of his Philisophical side.
"Greetings Calhun." Exodus greeted, an hidious drow. His face was scared and he was missing an eye, his white hair was long gone, as with his teeth.
"What can we do for you?" Calhun stated, in a too friendly voice, but the undercity was completely different than the city. More drow dependant on each other for survival in the harsh conditions, and many of them were true friends, not something you find in the main city, ever.
"Yes me and Berg'Inyon Baenre would like to have a word with you." He said stepping to the side to reveal that the drow was standing behind him. Exodus had transformed the weapons master right before Calhun had greeted them.
Exodus then waited for Mil'Inthil to speak his mind, and do his part of the plan. As far as Exodus was concern, he was free to go as he pleased, cause his mission was to get the undercity together, and let the weapons master do the talking.