Surprisingly, once he's inside their territory, most of the drow don't give him a second glance, and simply continue along their way. Lloth was living in a rather small apartment, and it's clear she wasn't alone; he senses several others in the building as well; two other drow, one a powerful rogue, the other a notable psion, and a number of captives, down in the basement, though Lloth has ensured that all of them will stay in the basement, during their meeting. She greets him in her drow form, although she's almost a foot taller than the average, and, given the number of liquor bottles around her, and the smell of alcohol on her breath, as he approaches, it seems she's been drinking, though she doesn't show any other signs of it.<br/><br/>"Yes, yes, and it's good to see you again, so soon," she says, with a bit of sarcasm. "Listen, I understand you have a bit of an... agreement going with the Lady of the Dance," she says, referring to Eilistraee by her title, rather than by name. "Similar to the one we've made, no? And, they've been proving rather a... thorn in my side. Costing me troops I don't feel like wasting." She leans forward, staring him down, clearly not in a mood for witty banter, or dancing around the subject. "What would it take to get you to call your dogs off, hmm? To get you to stop interfering?"