<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/nIrtVLO.png)</div><br/>"Blending is a word for it, though this festival tends to be more about standing out than anything.  Of course, you're a fetching young one who could easily pick up someone in this bar if you wanted to, and you're a damn strong woman already, without talking about your assets." She complimented the pair of drow casually, taking a very forward approach to things.  "And, despite your reputations, you're damn good people.  The idiots who judge you at your appearance, for being drow, well, they're hardly worth hanging around.  Been a couple of whackjobs who tried to kill me for being a bad omen or some such nonsense."  The friendly kitsune is quick to take the offered chair, giving a bemused look towards Cheszeth.  "So, I take it this was Divdor's idea, yeah?  He's certainly put enough effort and detail into the armor.  Now, if this was his idea, I have to ask what<em>you</em>wanted to dress up as, Cheszeth."<br/><br/>"In any case," She began, crossing her legs and getting plenty comfortable in the simple chair. "There's a legend in the overlands, one involving a beautiful woman who lives in the mountains.  When foolhardy adventurers travel to her homelands, it was said that she would often kidnap them, refusing to let them go unless they married her.  Now, a beautiful girl like those legends, well, many would say it's fine.  Of course, the woman had the tail of a fox and a back resembling some hollowed or carved tree, and if someone married her, she'd become an ugly hag with the strength of ten men.  She'd lose the tail, as well.  Of course, other myths say they often played such hypnotic notes on harps, luring young men into their forests.  Depending on how they were treated, they'd make trouble, or bestow great gifts upon the mortal in question.  It's a bit of a toss-up there, really."  She smirked, waving her hand dismissively.