Lynch hurriedly ran to the bottom of the stairs, supporting his mother, fearing she might lose her balance and fall. He gently said, "Mom, it's me."
"Why did you become a Mage!" Lynch's mother looked at her son's face and suddenly slapped him. The frail lady didn't have much strength, and the slap didn't even leave a red mark.
Zilvra restrained herself from drawing her weapon; in her heart, a Mage capable of taking her out of the Underdark should not be treated this way. The only reason she didn't rise from her chair was Deluo's hand. The warrior sensed the female Drow's agitation and pressed her down firmly.