<strong>Giselle - Following Safire around.</strong><br/><br/>Listening to the woman's explanation of the city, amazement at the incredible sights before her at every turn, Giselle walked in perfect unison with Safire, never losing pace as she folded her hands neatly behind her back.  She nodded her approval at the idea of cloth shopping, getting the impression the clothing she wore was hand made, most likely by her own hand, and Giselle had to admit it was quite well done if that was the case.  Even so, she kept her thoughts to herself as she followed silently along, chuckling lightly since she had figured as much about the gates and some of them going to places she wouldn't in her right mind want to head off too.  "I can only imagine where some of the gates might go if what you say is accurate.  Plane travel is not a business to take lightly, a fact I will enjoy beating into my brother when I return, even if it was an accident.  Still, your gift of tongues seems quite the useful skill, but it also gives what you are away since only a few races I know of can speak any language at will with perfect clarity.  Don't worry, I have nothing against demons, just as you seem to have nothing against Drow or dark elves, so long as they are respectful like you are Safire.  Unfortunately, most demons I've come across are chaos incarnate and evil beyond all reason, thus forcing a quick end before they get a chance to hurt anyone."<br/><br/>When they stopped at one particular stall, Giselle's brown eyes couldn't help but notice the rich spider silk cloth that was on display, obviously from Menzoberranzan since the dark elf behind the wooden stand seemed shocked to see another of her kind here.  The only problem was she also seemed to know that Giselle was not as she was as she hissed her anger, spitting curses in the language spoken by all Drow nobles.<em>You DISLOYAL SPAWN OF A TRAITOR!  HOW DARE YOU SHOW YOUR FACE HERE?!</em>Giselle stopped and her brown eyes narrowed to dangerous slits as she replied in similar fashion, earning a shocked gasp from the woman that had lost favor with her dark goddess if she had to guess, and had thus been subsequently banished to the Nexus.<strong>You are far from Menzoberranzan, heartless being from a dark and cruel land, a fact you'd do well to remember here.  I am indeed the daughter of the rogue that has time and time again stopped our evil kinsmen from harming countless people in the past, and I carry his name with pride and honor.  Begone, or I will end your existence and send your black soul back to the goddess that has forsaken you.</strong>That shut the woman up as Giselle's face returned to her previous warmth, her hands which had been hovering over her sword hilts, relaxed as well as the rest of her body as she turned to Safire.  "I am sorry you had to see that just now Safire.  As you saw and heard for yourself, the name Do'Urden is not one that Drow that hail from Tori's dark caverns, in a city deep beneath the surface, appreciate much because my father stopped them time and time again in the past, as well as countless other evils that had tried to take over or harm friends and family, and the world itself on many occasions."<br/><br/>Sighing heavily, seeing that the Drow shop owner had ran off, Giselle shrugged and took the spider silk which was far softer than regular silk for herself, but not without leaving a couple of gold coins behind, even if she hated the very thing that had cursed her name.  "I am not without honor however, and despite our differences, I would not steal from her even though if given a chance, she'd gladly slit my throat and loot my corpse most likely.  I would be most honored to have you show me this Brothel you've spoken of so highly however, Safire, when you have done your shopping.  I find myself most intrigued, to say the least."