Velve noticed a strange, fey-like creature darting through the room, his gaze covertly following it before moving on as whatever it was finally settled its attention on something that looked far too similiar to a darthiir for his taste. He would keep an occasional eye on those two; the faeries were not to be trusted. However, at a meeting such as this the drow couldn't afford to be too set in his ways; killing the elf simply for being one would likely not go over well.<br/><br/>There was someone, however, that truly intrigued the drow, partially because he wasn't quite sure what she was. At least, what she was aside from both wickedly beautiful and as predatory as he was. She was sitting in an ornate chair, with another female kneeling at her feet. She also didn't have the body heat normal for a creature like that, leaving the drow thoroughly confused. Making his way towards one of the corners, a place where the light was not complete, the drow stepped into the shadows, and then simply seemed to fade into them as if a part of them....<br/><br/>"Hello there." Underneath the woman's very gaze, seated against the side of the chair in its shadow, the drow now sat, his head tilted up to look at the strange female with probing red eyes. Meanwhile, the woman that had been seated at her feet had seen what happened, had seen the ebon-skinned elf simply coalesce out of the shadows...