Nobles' Way is a finely constructed, clearly well thought out corridor through the larger city with wide streets and fewer of the peddlers than the market had.  There are still some shops, mostly jewelers and clothiers, but it appears that the majority of the buildings are residences of the rich and hedonistic.  Stately but rather pitchy music comes from some of the windows where drow can be seen occasionally passing by in tailored suits and elaborate dresses.  Yula is given a rather wide berth as she walks in public spaces and is able to slip between shadows in areas that would require more caution, flitting out of sight and back into it as necessary.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d113/Dark_Princess07/Drow/Underwater_city_by_anez_erynlis.jpg)</div>The palace ahead of her has a rather dissimilar feel from many of the other buildings.  This one takes slightly more after the style of the overland elves with wide balconies and beautiful arches.  Water flows down trickling along windows and creating tiny waterfalls that appear to be purely for enjoyment of those approaching.  The palace appears to be built around an absolutely massive stalactite and crystals adorn the sides bathing the many windows in a cool purple light.<br/><br/>At the impressive front gate are two enormous stone doors inlayed with carved images of frozen trees, another oddity as despite all of the adornment along Nobles' Way this is the first carving to show something as Overlander as vegetation.  Standing guard are two drow guards, both women with fine figures in military dress.  The formal armor, the very same that Cheszeth and Divdor changed into, is more ornamental than the armor that guards further from the palace wore.  The overall aesthetic seems almost like that of high elves, vines and floral patterns, but all in obsidian black and ice blue with spiderwebs connecting buds and leaves.  The armor is covering, but one could never call it concealing, cupping and squeezing to every curve, giving the feeling even that individual muscles could be seen if any of the guards flexed.  Divdor's is especially obvious in it's tightness, the lump of his manhood clearly outlined in the tight leather breeches.  Of course, this isn't to say that these other two guards aren't reaping the benefits of the tight armor; the taller is a whipcord, tight and perky in all the right places, while the shorter appears to have been blessed with decolletage that would allow her to join any alehouse.<br/><br/>The two guards at the gate are armed with halberds placed in a stately manner against the ground.  One of the two women squints her eyes slightly, the already tight almond shapes narrowing nearly to slits.  "Cheszeth, what in the eight eyes are you doing off your post?" she hisses out, for now more or less ignoring the kitsune.  It appears that guards being off duty is taking priority in this moment.  "You will report immediately to your post and Llenawe will be joining you," she instructs an obviously very uncomfortable captain.  With a voice like a whip-crack, she continues, "You have delivered your charge, go."<br/><br/>As Cheszeth and Divdor back up, they both offer stiff bows to both the guards and Yula, an apologetic look coming to Cheszeth's face for a mere moment.  "I will report immediately for duty, Commander Micarla.  This shall not happen again.  Divdor, come," she quickly mutters out before immediately turning and marching off back towards the guard post.  Hopefully she'll still be able to set up that boat...<br/><br/>Commander Micarla then turns to Yula/Eilas and gives a stiff, short bow.  In a smooth, delicate voice obviously much practiced she all but purrs, "Dignitary Frais, I was not informed of your arrival, nor did I anticipate my guards to be so improperly behaved.  The Great Lady is in her study, if you would come with me."  She gives a brief nod to the other guard and turns into the palace walking with brisk, confident steps.<br/><br/>The way is rather simple, through a long corridor with beautiful paintings of lands frozen in time, left down a passageway with a sitting area and plumply stuffed chairs, then up one, two, three, four, five flights of curving stairs that wind around the smoothed beautiful stone.  All the while Commander Micarla's tight leatherclad backside swaying in front, her halberd left behind and a scimitar gently tapping at her side.<br/><br/>"You may need to wait," she warns as she leads up to a small sitting area.  This area is clearly meant for visitors with a number of different chairs, all plush and covered in a thick, soft fur, set about a small table in the middle.  Two intricate wooden doors appear to lead into the Great Lady's study with a Pleasure Guard on either side.  "You may have free range of these apartments until such a time as you would enter," she offers along with a brief wave toward two drow seated in one corner, "And free use of the servants if you should require anything.  I have informed the Great Lady of your presence, she will be out soon I am sure."  The drow offers a small, tight smile and gives another little bow before turning to leave.<br/><br/>The servants sitting in the corner are comely young drow women, well curved with short nearly identical haircuts.  There is a similarity enough to them that they may be twins, the sheer white dresses hanging over them offering a full sight of their bodies beneath.  While neither women is armed, they both appear to have a staff close at hand; that is to say a hanging ebon shaft between their legs.  Whether this is a normal part of drow anatomy or a magical change may be a mystery to Yula, but their form is quite clear.<br/><br/>Off of the main sitting room is a single other room, a small library set with pedestals showing pieces of art.  The walls are lined with all number of leather books, though from the sitting room it is impossible to tell exactly what they may be about.