"The very simplest," Velve replied, his eyes following the whirl and rush of assorted beings from assorts universes, all brought together for this dance. "All others are ephemeral, fleeting, and unreliable." His eyes returned to Ursula. "The power of life, and the power of death." A knowing smile formed on the drow's lips. "Friends are an illusion, wealth is fleeting, but the power that the ability to take life grants lasts until one of greater power appears. Money doesn't stop a dagger, and friends can only join you in death." He cricked his neck, looking down at the wrist blades he wore on his left arm. "With the power of life and death, all others can be achieved; wealth can be taken, and people can be swayed."<br/><br/>The drow's smile was wicked, a smile that spoke of a simple pleasure, and offered not even the semblance of remorse. "Death, Ursula, is the absolute currency." He grinned. "So tell me, vampire, is that power great enough to earn your aid? In truth, I cannot offer anything else; I have power over life and death, and through it the power to control all of power's lesser forms."