<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Ursula watched as the drow paced while he explained. Nervous perhaps? A curved brow lifted when he mentioned what the word meant. She waited a moment for him to finish speaking and when his gaze turned back to her, a dark and sinister laugh fell from her lips. The laugh stopped as quickly as it started and her eyes flashed a bit dangerously.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"I must say, Velve, I have been called worse. You cannot have an existence such as mine and not expect such things. Still your people, forgive me, seem very close minded." Her eyes slipped over him again before settling back on his face for just a moment. She moved then pushing herself away from the rail and slipping past him silently and into the lazy snow fall. She spoke, her back turned, but senses very aware...</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"Is that you see me? Nothing more than dirt beneath your feet? An affront to all things...Drow." Head tilted to the side and eyes closed just a bit, very curious to hear his answer.</span>