"No, indeed," Astarion agreed, and decided that the tumultuous, bloody and complex politics of drow rulership and how it intertwined with their worship of Lolth wasn't really a neccessary topic to launch into. "I did note that your...luminescence, reminds me quite strongly of the flora that thrives in the Underdark. Some of the fauna as well, for that matter. I don't suppose you're familiar with the Myconid people?"

He peered through the crowded tavern, studying the people and how things worked in this world. It seemed simple enough. "I think there's a table over there, darling." And it seemed to have a nice view. Priorities. "Shall we claim it?"