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Drow Matron's log, Underdate 22-31
They brought us in to observe the progress of our children so as to help evaluate who would be of use to our houses. I stabbed that upstart whore from house Sain'veetch in the alley behind the school, then went inside to watch that stubby little parasite die a painful death.
The whistle sounded, and when everyone was off finding a place to hide, he lit half a dozen torches in a circle, put on his armor, and stood at the entrance of the maze. Just stood there, waiting. I watched eagerly, wondering who would kill him.
When a team of three students found him, he was still standing there, stock-still, clad in the bulkiest, most restrictive armour ever. I thought for sure he would die, but the subtle darts and arrows they fired just bounced off his armour, and every deadly venom, so painstakingly milked from the deadliest of spiders, didn't seem to affect him in the least.
Finally, they ran out of ammunition and closed in, attempting to take him three-on-one. He dispatched them all handily with his axe, then looted their bodies.
Sto'Na'Xe was declared the winner of the melee, first of twenty-five warriors...
I've never been more proud. I may even allow him to scrub the Temple tonight.