Ithi'Ka furrows her brow and stares forward, riding on in mutual silence for some time as well.  "I wouldn't know anything about prejudice," she says, pronouncing that last word very carefully.  "I am only a jungle-raised, uncivilized drow.  We think that it is the name of a spice, good in human-baby soup."<br/><br/>She sighs.  "I apologize that I feel this way.  But... I cannot stand it.  They are anything, anyone, but themselves."<br/><br/>She spits into the dusty street.  "It's not prejudice.  It is jealousy."