<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div>The high elf smirked at the comment the drow wasn't allowed anything stabby and turned on his heels to hang casually against the low cupboard where drinks of all kinds were displayed upon. "I couldn't imagine why you're not allowed nice things, Vesz. You're positively a charm who couldn't hurt a butterfly," he said in such an un-sarcastic way it nearly seemed honest if Rain hadn't known this drow for a while now. "You could always try to cite your story ideas to your clients. When you get one, of course. Mayhaps they would go easy on you, then." He smiled a sweet smile at the drow after those words and took a small sip of the drink he had poured himself. It wasn't alcohol, he knew better than that.<br/><br/>"Are you not going to ask me about my client...?"<br/>