As Yula sits down, Cheszeth lightly places a hand at her knee, a friendly gesture that Yula has picked up as being relatively normal among the drow.  An amused smile comes to Divdor's face and he gives a slight seated bow responding, "And you are a woman of such beauty and talents as to bring the world crumbling about your ears."  Cheszeth just gives a soft snort at the compliment, though she does push her chest forward just a little more, removing herself from the deep slump she was previously in.<br/><br/>"Overlanders are mostly idiots," she mutters out at the talk of kitsune as bad omens.  "My idea was for me to simply dress as I normally do and throw a collar on Divdor.  Show ourselves off in the manner they believe us to be."  A wicked smile crosses her face at this idea and she gives a little nudge of her foot to Divdor.  "This one didn't wish to."<br/><br/>The male drow rolls his eyes at this and shakes his head, "She seems to wish to get us kicked out.  No way to live, that."  The two listen to the myth with considering looks on their faces, "Interesting... I would take the deal."  Divdor says this without any hesitation, nodding in appreciation at himself.<br/><br/>This brings a full on scoff from Cheszeth, "Would you now?  You'd follow some beautiful overlander off without a second guess?  This is why I need to keep an eye on you."