Hide-Bound Journal
One favour. One faithful servant. That is all I summoned - no more and no less than Malice Do'Urden ever had - or indeed the Mother of Lusts herself. The yochlol was quite a sight in all its forms. I'd read of its foul odour, but I found it intoxicating, like rosewater. So it smashed a few artefacts, hissed at a master. The Archmage should have revered me for such a conjuring. Instead, he threatened to curse me - to make me a drider. Yet my time will come. Soon, I will return to Menzoberranzan and Sorcere. Then, the Archmage will worship me. I will be served!