<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=69109.msg3059798#msg3059798">Quote from: Krayz on 21-05-2010, 21:01:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Velve nodded as Ursula explained the situation. It was one that the drow understood all too well, perhaps even moreso. For Velve, telling his allies anything was a calculated risk on whether they would act to covertly disrupt his own movements, or not dare for risk of arousing his ire. If any one of them had a chance at killing him, they would take it in a heartbeat if they had any reason to believe they could hold on to his title after. Only the strength of his lieutenants kept every member of Ultrinnan Veldrin from attempting to murder him; they all knew that the lieutenants wanted the position, and would kill any underling who managed to achieve the task by some fluke. Thus, the number of immediate threats to Velve's dominance was lessened.<br/><br/>"Indeed," Velve said, agreeing with Ursula's last statement. "You would do well in Maerimydra, if you weren't what most would consider iblith," he said, grimacing at the last word. It was not the kind of word one would use to refer to a potential business partner, normally, but it was best to be honest at this time, and that complication would indeed be one that would need to be overcome for Ursula to be of use.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><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>