Ter'ra would nod with some interest and agreement "Yeah, I can help you if we get into a fight by darkening the area, but I can't keep it up all the time." She says. She considers how she had never come to know of these subterranean shapeshifters. The palpable sexual tension was not one the dark elf would be interested in, her red eyes drifting around before she decides to tag along with Dinar to avoid the sexcapades.<br/><br/>She would be brushing her hair with the serrated teeth of her dagger, the sleek raven locks falling into line as she walks with the seafolk and the priest. Her tummy is just a bit puffy now, still holding the remains of her last meal. She asks Dinar "Say, I had a strange dream last night, and I do wonder if you surface folk have a fertility goddess whose temple may help me with such a strange vision." She asks with surprising elegance for such a raunchy subject. The drow fertility goddess was not a kind mother deity as one may expect. Pregnancy was something of a taboo in drow society. Obviously necessary, such things generally got in the way of plots or the general hedonistic lifestyles that dark elves have, something only compounded by the agonizingly slow two year gestation time. The drow goddess was one who provided many chad-zaks to a child-bearing drow: hyper-orgasmic releases caused by children fighting in the hyper-fertile drow wombs, who normally bear multiples initially, but seldom birth more than one child.