Tor Vier snickered quietly to herself over the young man's slip up. She would have to keep a close eye on him, he seemed to have some elvish blood in him, she wondered if he held the same high brow opinion of her people as his full blooded people. The light was an little to bright for her eyes to handle, giving the young Drow the beginnings of a headache. She retrieved her shades from her shirt and put them on, sighing inwardly at the comfort they brought her head. She once heard that staying out in the sun to long used to make her ancestors turned to stone, and she was inclined to believe it.

"Hello my name is Tor Vier, would it seem intrusive to ask what has brought such a richly diverse group of people together in such a lovely a Manor??" She asked from her darkened corner. [i]Learn what makes them tick, you can use that to form connections. The more people you know, the more you can help everyone at home.[/i] She thought to herself.