As Yuri spoke the Magistrate slowly raised his head to look upon the muscular Human female, finding himself entirely unimpressed with her. Though, for a Human female she was quite large and impressively built, she looked to entirely bulky with a lack of grace that any Drow naturally had. It was a wonder the Human's could be a dominant race on the surface world; a true testament to how inferior other races were that such a race as the Human's could dominate them. He let her finish speaking then craned his head slightly to look past her at the rest of the assembled party, finding himself curious why so many Humans, who didn't appear to be merchants, wanted to see him. His curiosity did not show one bit as he kept his face composed and impassive.<br/><br/>When Yuri had finished, his dark lips wore an ever so slightly amused expression. Despite the amusement he was rather surprised by the bold statement he had just heard; they wanted to be Drow. Clearly they were pathetic dreamers, showing their weakness for all to see and thus would not last long here in Archrand or they were more than met the eye and had much to offer in return for their desire to be fulfilled. His mind began whirling at the possibilities of how he could possibly manipulate them but first he needed to gauge their level of competence before he would waste any time on them.<br/><br/>Before he could say anything, however, a beautiful woman approached, slender and quite attractive. She laid out some plans and ideas as well as made some offers which seemed enticing. If she was any indication of her associates, they might not be so pathetic as he initially thought; for Human's, inferior as they were, perhaps these might bring him some profit.<br/><br/>The Magistrate took one of the flowers, gingerly examining it. To the best of his knowledge it looked real and not some cheap fake. He had seen many merchants who thought themselves cunning, try and cheat him. All of them had ended up dead or enslaved. Leaning back slowly in his chair, having deposited the flower back in its container, he stayed silent for many moments as he stared at Ciara. She was intriguing and seemed to be quite cunning, but did she had the intellect to match that of a Drow?<br/><br/>A risk would not be deadly, at least not very likely in this case. More than once had someone of her ilk come to him with business offers. Perhaps her idea might pay off. If not, he could sever ties easily enough and kill each of them with ease thus eliminating any evidence he was involved should any of his enemies attempt to use the situation to their advantage somehow. For a Drow, risk taking was as normal as breathing. Everything was a calculated and heavily planned affair, but sometimes a Drow had to run on a little faith, a lack of knowledge, and many times it was these Drow who succeeded because they could survive during times when planning was impossible and only anarchy could be followed.<br/><br/>Speaking in Common, the Magistrate brought his hands to rest under his chin, his elbows holding them aloft.<strong>Intriguing. Now, tell me what can you others do? Are you bodyguards for your mistress...</strong>He asked motioning towards Ciara.<strong>or are you simply travelers along for the ride?</strong>His tone was quite flowing and smooth but it held a hint of his typical condescending Drow nature.