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“You ask us to surrender the poison House Baenre has held for millennia? To give up all that our Matron Mother Yvonne the Eternal spent centuries building?鈥�

鈥淕ive it up or have it taken from us, with no chance of future recourse,鈥� Sos鈥橴mptu calmly replied.

Matron Zeerith sucked in her breath audibly, her old lips flapping in a great harrumph. Her own fate was at stake here, surely, as Zhindia Merlarn positively hated her and had long accused her of heresy because of her elevation of men in her family.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Relentless

“You don鈥檛 trust the Matron Mother?鈥� Catti-brie asked. 鈥淚 am drow, and a male, so of course I don鈥檛. More, I have several sisters and a bevy of nieces, all who once and perhaps still pledge themselves to the Spider Queen. We would all be fools to expect that everyone in House Baenre, or everyone who claims to side with House Baenre, truly is an ally.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“It is hardly just the matrons and their priestesses, though. As this has sorted, there seem many more against our revolution than for it.鈥�

鈥淔or many reasons, though,鈥� Zak reminded.

鈥淔ear of their matrons and of Lolth, of course. Or simply fear of this unknown future the Baenres have offered. They know the way it鈥檚 been, for the entirety their lives, even for those whose lives have spanned centuries. They know their place within that truth. They know the boundaries, the lines not to cross, the acts that give them gain and those that offer only pain. What do they know of this promised world beyond Lolth, particularly when it, too, from their perspective at least, will be under the designs of House Baenre?”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Along with the refugees of House Baenre, the contingent of outsiders of the Dark Maiden, and the soldiers of Bregan D鈥檃erthe, nearly three thousand udadrow had left Menzoberranzan, past Donigarten and through the little-used Wanderways.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“A huge black tentacle snaked over the rim of the Clawrift, wriggling its way behind the Oblodran compound. Like a wave, dark elves fell back, stumbling all over each other, as the twenty-foot-thick monstrosity came around the back, along the side, and along the front wall, back towards the chasm.

鈥淏aenre!鈥� Pleaded the desperate, doomed Oblodran.

鈥淵ou have denied Lolth,鈥� the first matron mother replied calmly. 鈥淔eel her wraith!”
― R.A. Salvatore, Siege of Darkness