*in a darkened cave outside of Sanctuary, a hooded individual gives a note to a peculiar courier, who nods and heads off*

To Whom It May Concern

Though I doubt this missive will reach the matron, and will likely be lost amongst the lesser males, your bastard son has found the place known as sanctuary. Don't try to find me. I will find you.

The note is delegated to some goblin servants who are in charge of handling correspondance in the unruly drow house. After taking a small eternity to decipher the undercommon language, they screak out a high pitched scream and flee from the threatening letter, stumbling into each other in panic.

*another letter makes its way back to House Vandree*

Dear Mom:

I have stumbled onto a possible technology you might be interested in. This place used to be a sverfneblin home. Something took them down, but they were working on something. I am going to try to find out. You'll see some results soon enough.

In gratitude to you and Lolth for my life,

your loving bastard.