The man that Sbatarra had addressed snorted at her. He knew that, with what she displayed, he would likely get his hide tanned by her if she could afford to do so, but he had a little breathing room since she aimed to get inside. "You're lucky that I've met a drow before that wasn't out for blood. You can go through, but you'll have to either find your way yourself or get help from somebody who's not discriminate about who gives him coin."<br/><br/>Another snort, and he gestured to the other guard to open the gate. "You can go in, but don't expect a wholehearted welcome, aye?"<br/><br/>As said gate spread wide, Sbatarra would see those many residents bustling around the place, tending to their business. A few of them would give Sbatarra shifty or dirty looks as  they passed by, but they otherwise would not bother themselves with such 'scum' as the dark elves.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>