<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Yulafractae.jpg)</div><br/>"My ears for your wall? No, no, I'm quite positive that a wall is no place for ears, love. As for a pair of mittens...Well, it's at least a better recommendation than your previous statement, but I fear that you have no need for such warmth in this underground tower." She countered, taking each of the woman's increasingly wild strikes in stride. "I did warn you before, yes? Your style is elegant, yes, but the angrier that pretty face of yours gets, the more...openings...you...present!" She warned her, seemingly barely able to keep herself armed against the strength the drow had to offer. With every clash and strike, Yula gave the drow another word, until she finally got her advantage back, thrusting forward. "Fight the Lady Malrefesh? If I must, then I shall, but all I care to have is her orb.  If that means I have to fight through all of her little fetish objects to do that, then so be it.  I suppose you could call me mad for such a task, but I could just as easily call you Dusk or Midnight, you see?" She steals a glance at the fleeing drow, deciding that she needed to get serious.<br/><br/>"I shouldn't have come alone? Who says I'm alone, love?" She quips, only just managing to dodge a particularly brutal swing by dodging to the side. In return, she slices through the drow's leather glove, holding the tip of her rapier to the dusky-skinned woman's throat. No longer was the playful smile upon her face, but a menacing look the likes of which she hadn't offered at any other point in their duel.  "Do you think this fox a fool? Has the underground rotted your brains? If you truly think me unprepared, then I challenge you to gaze upon this blade upon your throat, drow. Gaze upon it and the hand that wields it, and then once again at this face. Do my hands tremble? Do my words falter? Do my lips quiver in fear of your Lady Malrefesh?  You think me a fool who has only wandered down here unprepared, but I advise you to consider how soundly you were defeated. I could run this blade through your throat right now and wipe the filth from it before leaving your corpse here, but it would be senseless. I offer you the chance to keep your life to fight another day, and the option to spare more of the drow down here. I did not come here to go on a slaughter, but if I need to...well, love,<strong>I never claimed to be a pacifist.</strong>"<br/><br/>The look on her face softened somewhat, back to a calmer one, and she completed her offer.  "Look, little love, help me in this task, to obtain Malrefesh's orb, and I swear I will allow you and your partner to live, and if you so wish it, a new life.  If you accept, then by all means, please stop your charge from alerting the guards." She finished, peering down at the drow and extending a hand.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Parley</div><div class="spoiler_body"> At 2016-05-06 09:18:59, ThatOneShrroth (uid: 53474) rolls: 2d6 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88299) </div></div>