Llarar Bellar
Proud, ruthless towards enemies, gently to lovers.
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Llarar Bel'lar, third son of the Fifth House of Menzoberranzan, sat relaxed in a chair, resting his elbow on the armrest and running his carmine-red eyes over the pages of a thick book. The book lay on top of his long legs, stacked one on top of the other. His legs were completely exposed in the long slits of the black silk tunic that began at his hips, and the thin fabric gracefully encased the young drow's torso. Graceful long fingers ran over the text, helping him to read.
Hearing footsteps, the senior Wizard of the House looked up and frowned slightly.
I thought I had guards posted at the door. How did you get in?