(Neit has no actual ranks in Knowledge: Local, so the result is 10 for both. You can use Knowledge skills untrained, but the highest DC/Result is 10.)
Kuttra Taur's alien ghetto was, like any other alien ghetto, and thus in many ways like a Drow city. It had no written laws - although the residents might make some of their own - and essentially was run by whoever could throw around their weight enough to get everyone else to acknowledge them - and who didn't rile the Valsharess the wrong way. Given the area around Kuttra Taur, most likely the ghetto was full primarily of Duergar, Orcs, and possibly some surface races that found themselves in the Underdark for whatever reason.
They were allowed to live in ghettoes like these, relatively free of Drow predation, provided they payed tribute (which included sacrifices for Lolth, in addition to riches) to the Valsharess, didn't enter the city proper on penalty of death, and didn't "stink up the place too bad you filthy animals."
Sometimes a Drider or two would be stable enough to make her home in an aliens ghetto, although whether the Drow would tolerate such things depended on the nature of the Valsharess and the local priesthood.
In the case of Kuttra Taur's ghetto, it was a sort of umbilical city located just outside the city proper's walls. Unlike Kuttra Taur proper, the ghetto was constructed from more traditional materials, and was illuminated by torchlight or fungal sources in most areas, although the higher-class areas were able to afford magical lighting.
"Oh, we were supposed to come along?" Converse to her question, Alsiif seemed ready for the task. She had her nightscale armor on, and her claws seemed to have been sharpened. However, she wasn't wearing any clothes below the waist, so her question could have been genuine.
"Ofe course, dear!" Neitar made a wicked smile. "We mighte even bump into one ofe your relatives in there!"
The shady woman was wearing a similar feathery frock as last time, but was also taking the easy option and being carried around on the massive shoulder of a pale, slathering grimlock. The odd part was that it didn't have a collar or anything on, through, suggesting it was doing this fairly willingly. Living artwork indeed.
"Shalle we have a poke arounde?"
Perhaps due to still being a little drunk today, or perhaps due to insisting on parading around on one of their brethern's shoulders, Neit didn't seem to be having much luck in the questioning.
Most 'people' tried to avoid the three Drow, but those that Neit did tail down were relatively willing to cooperate. It's not like the information was poorly known.
Despoina apparently operated out of the Kipos Agalma, a building which passed as a grand palace in the ghetto, but by Drow standards would be the home of someone somewhat above the trio in standing, but still far below the elite Drow noblewomen.
The Kipos Agalma was evidently a mashup of a bar, brothel, gambling hall, arena, barracks, and - of course - a 'statue' garden. In effect, it reflected its mistress's predilections, businesses, and habits.
Hopefully things would go smooothly and Despoina would not try and add any new statues to her collection.
The trio arrived at Desponia's superbrothelpubcasinobattlehouse, and Alsiif scanned the area for any snake haired people. She didn't notice any though.
The place was full mostly of Duergar and Orcs, but there were plenty of Humans and Svirfneblin, among other things, about as well. Beyond very visible Trolls with very visible weapons, Despoina had seen fit to decorate the lavish arena/tavern of the first floor with many 'statues' as a grim reminder of what might happen to those that crossed her.
The trio had barely had time to take in the scenery when they were approached by two Trolls wielding large axes and wearing crude chainmail.
"Der bozz wantz to meet yooz ladeez." One of them rumbled in crude and heavily accented Undercommon. "Yooz followzez uz." They were carefully keeping a bit of a distance, apparently cautious around Drow women, but their general demeanor made it rather clear that Despoina didn't intend this as a request.
They could refuse, of course, but then again - they *did* want to meet her, right?
Rynna must've been asleep or something because she couldn't remember anything after fucking Aryyna.
So she just went with the flow, following the Trollz.
She couldn't remember how to spell her name either, was it Rynna or Ryyna?
Queen of Stone
The Trolls led the trio of Drow to a room on an upper floor of the building. The room was lavishly decorated with engraved walls, fine hanging silks and furs, and with grand pillars. The sides of the room were also lined with various 'statues' posed in various states of horror at what their then impending fate. The far wall of the room was a open balcony overlooking the gladiatorial pit below, where currently, assuming it was the same fight as when the trio entered, a Rutherer was fighting various slaves.
By Drow standards it would have been lower upper class, but here in the ghetto it was probably the fanciest of the fancy.
Despoina herself turned to face the trio, having been observing the arena festivities. By Drow standards she was above average in looks, so amongst the non-Drow she was probably a 10. Most Medusae were comely and charismatic, though. She had light green skin, scaleless, and her 'hair' was scaled, dark green, and gently moving about. Beyond various golden necklaces, bracelets, and a torc, she was wearing only a long white skirt, her top and feet equally bare. Judging by her looks, she seemed to be in her mid 20's.
"I am Despoina." She said in Drow, accented but otherwise clearly. Her voice was a practiced mix of sensuality and confidence, although the accent was clearly natural. She approached the group, smiling as she made eye contact, apparently enjoying the thrill of either forcing people to avoid eye contact, or to be at least slightly ill at ease. "We do not often get Drow in the ghetto, let alone women of your class and beauty. What brings you to my corner of the city?"
"We're Looking for a Phylactery, it turned up in your ghetto a while back."
Despoina gave an exaggerated gasp, her long 'hair' hissing in mock-surprise as well. "A Lich's phylactery? Oh my! Why, I bet whatever poor Lich lost that phylactery is very hard at work looking for it! I imagine they'd offer just about anything to get it back! I mean, they'd have to, wouldn't they? Whoever has a Lich's phylactery basically has power over that Lich, considering their immortality would be very much in jeopardy." She smiled at Ryyna and brushed aside from her face some of her 'hair'.
"Did the Lich send you? I don't think any of you three are a Lich, you're all much too lovely." She gave another smile. The whole time she had been speaking, she was pacing before the three, always maintaining eye contact with one of them, clearly enjoying herself.