Raril nods, understanding, then turns to approach Mr. Skin's table. "Good evening, sir." The drow begins politely. "I've been told you're Zee's uncle. My name is Raril Xar'Cha. I'm Zee's husband."
Raril doesn't offer the man his hand, knowing just what contact with a being like him could do. The drow had enough trouble getting rid of the taint from Vice.