<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/nIrtVLO.png)</div>Cheszeth's gesture gets a simple nod from Yula, her tail brushing gently over the female drow's hand as she listens to their original ideas.  "Aaah, so I take it that isn't, in fact, how drow act?"  She teased, continuing right along.  "Certainly, there's some...<em>deviant</em>drow, but not all, correct?  I'm afraid to say that with how quick my visit to your home was, I hadn't had much of a lesson in drow customs, aside from the standard 'Malrefesh likes male genitals so much that she puts them on everything' lesson.  Ah, and the idea of true foliage seems to excite them as well as scare them, which leads me to assume that drow have lived underground for quite some time."  She didn't let on about the other clues she'd picked up on: Malrefesh's seemingly tragic past, that which had led them underground and led their matron to such loneliness-one of the few things that the pair had in common, as much as it bothered Yula to think about.  She wondered, if things went poorly for her, would she also live as a recluse in some remote area of the land?  Would she become like Malrefesh?<br/><br/>"You can't react too harshly to his acceptance of the deal, Cheszeth.  A huldra's beauty is said to be absolutely radiant, second to nothing, not even a goddess.  It was said that her very gaze was enchanting, making one forget everything in the moment.  Many a lesser man and many a hero have fallen prey to her wiles.  Those that would live peacibly with her experience a life most enchanting, while those who would not meet a terrible fate.  As long as you were gentle with her after running off with her, Divdor, I'm sure you would be safe.  Speaking of which,"  She paused to think of the pro's and con's of doing what she was about to do, but she needed to tell<em>someone</em>, and Cheszeth was a fairly neutral party here, "I believe I need to spirit Cheszeth away for a moment and leave you here alone for a short time, Divdor.  Cheszeth, if you would?"  She requested of the drow, walking off to find an area that was secluded, or at least much less active- somewhere the two of them could have a moment of privacy.