<div align="center"><strong>Viviana</strong></div><br/>Momentarily mesmerized by Seth's lavender orbs, Viviana barely hears his response. Thinking how much they must look like his father's eyes snapped her back to the conversation at hand. Her face lit up brightly as she thought of the stories she'd read.<br/><br/>"Oh where to begin?" She questioned, her voice lilting. "Well my knowledge begins with his own accounts of living in Menzoberranzan..." Viviana began regaling the tales she'd read of Drizz't Do'Urden between bites of food. She recounted tales of the Underdark, gnomes, wizards, dwarves, halflings, barbarians, swamps, celestial beings, battles. Oh the more she talked about the battles, the more excited she became. Her people were rulers and scholars and law bringers. They were not warriors by any means. Nevertheless, Viviana's excitement mounted and rose to the point, when explaining Drizz't's twin blades, she rose from the table and drew her own scimitar. She began dancing about the room, lithe on her feet, describing the battles with fervor.