The Drow blinked, the smug air about her slipping away in slight. The human man was strangely whimsical and rather… forward as well. Most humans who wandered in here - even the bravest of warriors who’s armor now ornamented her lair - never had such a self assure and loose persona. Nor were they so bold as to tell her to get out of her own sanctum. Or make suggestions towards servitude.

She found herself chuckle slightly, shaking her head, [b]“The gal… you saunter in here so sure of yourself - never mind the bones of your kind lining my walls - and think to drive me from my own sanctuary. I knew humans were dull of wit but I've never encountered one so foolish before.”[/b]
Giving her staff a twirl she stepped into a small upraised rock nearby, torchlight casting an imposing shadow on the wall behind her. [b]“My name is Larafan, the last name you’ll ever hear, human. Know that by walking in here so brazen you have sealed your fate as to die by my hand. My magic will see you flayed and I will [i]feast upon your flesh and drink blood from your skull.”[/i][/b]

With a stride forward Larafan stepped down from her stone pedestal and raised her staff, gripping the shaft with both hands and muttering a short incantation. An orb of gray appeared atop the carved staff and began to swell outwards like a ghastly bubble. There was a pulse of energy and the orb expanded outward in a sudden motion, spreading across the floor and reaching out into the air with a slight whistling sound as it engulfed everything in a gloomy,blinding miasma. Fog - thick and murky, reaching across the entire chamber save for the farthest corners. 

Larafan’s voice carried through the unseen across the chamber, [b]“You were a fool to come here, and I will see you die trembling in terror.”[/b]