<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=69109.msg3065954#msg3065954">Quote from: Calie on 23-05-2010, 19:20:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">She had thought she knew every name for her out there, and yet... "Iblith," her eyes moved to his face, "this is a word I do not know. Please explain." She looked at him expectantly. She realized in that moment that they were so very different but also a little similar. While their skin color may have been comeplete opposites, they both knew what it was to be plotted against, and prey upon those weaker than themselves. </span><br/> <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The wind picked up a bit and it sent snow blowing in their direction. She smiled slightly, lips curling up at the corners as for just a moment she could feel the sensation of the cold wettness upon her flesh. It was a good feeling, and one that she did not get to feel very often. Her eyes moved away from the dancing snow and back to his face awaiting his reply.</span><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Velve kept his face completely calm, but underneath he shuddered at the potential damage that this could do. "Among the drow," Velve began, "outsiders are not thought of well. In fact, they are considered lesser for being non-drow." Turning his face from Ursula, he hopped off of the rail and began pacing along side it, his stride smooth and cat-like. "The term 'iblith' refers to offal, filth, and other such things." Velve grimaced as his face returned to Ursula's. "Among my people," he said slowly, "a non-drow in considered the same thing."