Her eyes narrowed at the newcomer. It was obvious that this was no ordinary rivvil, but a powerful magi, using magic she had not seen before. That both intrigued and infuriated her. How dare he ruin her rightful judgment upon the cattle among the surface? Had he no respect for his betters? It seemed not as he now blocked her path. Inriia stopped and placed a delicate hand on her hip. "Be grateful they did not find themselves in the company of a Priestess of Lolth, rivvil." Speaking in Common, she spat her words in disgust at the situation she found herself in. "Their punishments would be far worse than what I have done this night." She may no longer have been a true follower of Lolth, but she had spent her time in the Arach-Tinilith as did all women of Menzoberranzan. One did not survive there without earning the Spider Queen's favor.In fact, one did not survive Menzoberranzan at ll without respecting the Spider Queen's chosen. This rivvil would have found himself the meal of a swarm of spiders for his indiscretions this night.
"Now begone from my sight, mage, for I have no use for you this night." She attempted to walk around him, her interest now gone. From what she saw, his power was indeed great and she was not suicidal enough to fight him without knowing more. Only a fool would risk death without victory being assured. "Seek me again only if you wish for death. I will gladly gift it to you."
((It's fine! And no worries about the typos and edits. Heaven knows I speak it fluently and end up doing the same once I've noticed them.))