C387 The Reaction of the Drow(3)

Judith lightly tapped the table a few times, and the hall swiftly fell silent. Nearly ten Godmother Drows straightened their disheveled dresses, remnants of the recent quarrel, and resumed their seats with poised demeanors.

Looking at them now, it was difficult to reconcile their current image of refinement with the coarse language they had been spewing moments before