Role

Chapter 9

Here you go young miss, I knew I had it somewhere! Lzenstiet takes the volume
and begins reading. After a few moments the ancient crone becomes impatient,
or simply cannot stand for that long, and shuffles off, leaving a stock-still
Lzenstiet standing and reading with total focus. Five minutes go by. Ten.
Thirty. Over an hour later she finally lifts her eyes and sighs, closing the
book with another frown. Noticing, the hag comes over and with unforgivable
cheeriness and optimism asks if it's what she wanted and does she want to buy
it? A deep, unfightable rage bubbles up in Lzenstiet, this latest failure
combining with the woman's intolerable attitude to touch off a super hot fire
in the already unstable drow, and throwing the book aside she changes her mind,
quick as that, and casts as she simultaneously decides to kill the ancient with
as much pain as possible. She twists the crone's already papery skin, she
doubles her up with pain as her muscles seize, she shatters her bones, and
relishing the screams and rictus grin she finally allows the crone the peace of
death with a final spurt of arcane power. Standing over the corpse she lets
out a deep breath, exhaling the rage with the air. With the instaneous ease of
the insane she turns around and leaves the shop, already forgetting her anger
of just seconds ago. Her mind is focused on her hunt for lore, her continued
study of the dark magics.