<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Her mind was slipping through possibilities. He had indeed approached her about this little...transaction. Her eyes moved throught the throng of people dancing, but she was not really watching them. She was thinking. Perhaps he could be trusted..perhaps not but the lure of power was something that was hard for the Lady Ursula to pass up.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">She poke to him, her eyes slipping back to the drows form. "You see my dear, I have wealth and I have power, but I must say the lure of more is always something that interests me." She paused for a moment hearing what she had said, she corrected herseld. "Power that is, money I have no need for. I have more than enough and when I need more I simply take it." Her eyes slipped up his face and a delicious smile played upon her lips, the very tips of her incisors peeking out ivory against her dark lips.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"Where I am from, power is in politics. It is not what you know but who you know and who can pay so the powerful pretend to know nothing." She laughed a bit at her own wording. "Since you have approached me, tell me, stranger; what kind of power do you speak of?"</span>