His stride was smooth, and anyone watching from a distance might describe it as lazy. However, those who were closer would be able to see the catlike grace in it, and would instinctively stay out of his path; this was a predator, and it was not wise to stand in his way. His skin was like polished obsidian, and his bare torso was well-muscled and rippled as he moved. If his skin had not given him away, his white hair, pointed ears, and glowing red eyes gave him away as a drow. For those that knew of them, the complete silence with which he moved would have also been familiar, and they would not be surprised to see the fine-crafted weapons that he bore openly, a bladed bracer on his left arm and a chain wrapped around his waist.<br/><br/>Velve's eyes roamed the room, hidden within his red and golden mask. He had never been to this place before, or even heard of it for that matter; before his attendance at this ball, the Ultrin Veldrin had never left the shadowy realm of the Underdark, and his eyes were still growing accustomed to being surrounded by light, a rarity in the drow city of Maerimydra. However, here was a gathering of beings from across the multiverse, and no assassin of his calibre could resist the temptation of such a possible addition to his clientele....<br/><br/>Varll'gest had chosen to attend this soiree in a form less blatant than his true one; it had been a simple matter for the demonic sorcerer to shift his form to something less distressing, though it would be hard to say that the armed and armoured form that he preferred over any other, standing over six and a half feet and built like bodybuilder, would be inconspicuous. Varl'gest didn't mind the attention, however; he liked the eyes roaming his form, some filled with fear, and others filled with lust. Both worked for the demon.<br/>