Tarquin glanced at Cedric and smiled faintly. "Oh, that? Well... It's a matter of technicalities. For simplicity's sake I'm going to say yes." The tall elf let out a little chuckle and shook his head. "I think you should by now understand why I do, you know, all this." he motioned at himself and swept few locks of hair away from his eyes. "People tend to have a bit of a nasty habit of assuming that being a drow makes you inherently evil - some of course are, but..." The bard paused for a moment and shrugged his shoulders. "...I was going to use the good old saying about a few rotten apples, but what do you do when there are only few good apples in a basket mostly full of rotten ones?"