((Hello you two. :D Lets see what we can do with this thing. ^_^))

Selk regarded the man that stood before her, knowing very well what he was. "I have heard much about you," she said, keeping her voice low. "We have to talk."
The cloaked woman motioned toward the chair in front of her table slowly, and her jet-black hand clenched into a fist as she suffered from impatience. "Sit, male," she hissed, glaring at the werewolf. Her violet eyes flashed with anger, and she adjusted her seat to lean on her elbows. Inspecting her black gauntlets, the elven woman growled a sigh of unhappiness. She hated being surrounded by the city ruffians; the fact that she had to deal with this man was saying she was low in position. She would obtain a higher position, no matter what it cost her.

((Do any of you know what 'drow' (or 'Dark Elves') are?))