RP:One Sore Neck

Cliff Caves

The steep path eventually opens onto a wide ledge that appears to have been carved from the cliffs themselves. This gives a fine view of the town, the plains and, to the far-sighted, the distant city of Venturil. Two towns Guardsmen are here, preventing entry to a large, recently discovered cave opening.

Tyler :: The area around the Cliff Caves basked brightly beneath the clear night sky with the moon illuminating the area. Outside of the cave where two Chartsend guards usually keep post, stands two robed figures who are playfully snorting back and forth to one another, clearly of Orc descent. Inside, a different tone is present as Tyler and Celinia remain under capture. The human is still bound by the neck with a heavy iron chain and collar that connect to the hard wall of the natural structure. He has been viciously beaten and starved for the past three days, his body obviously malnourished and broken as dried and fresh blood cover his complexion and the bloodied rag that gagged him remained tight between his maw. His counter part, the warrior who hung in a steel cage to his left seemed to be the favorite of the duo as no marks of abuse would be present upon her flesh and plentiful food would've been offered. Before the two of them, the ragged drow leader continues to taunt Tyler and Celinia; "Only a few more hours before time's up for the two of ya's. Then it's off to the gallows with this one." A wretched smile forms across the drows visage as he brings a swift kick to Tyler's side and spits down upon him, the mix of mucus and other disgusting goodies landing upon the man's cheek. "Then to the slavers with you, lass." A coy wink is given to Celinia as the Drow runs his fingertips along the bars of the cage in a taunting manner while his tongue glides across torn lips. Behind the Drow stands another seven figures; A Preklek named "Halifax" who seems to be second in command of the group, is busy shouting to a behemoth of an Ogre named "Og", the largest of the group who seems to have forgotten some menial task yet again and stares to the ground in shame while he takes the verbal abuse. Three stubby fermin hiss and snip at one another while they bring hammers into contact with metals in the working of more ill-purposed devices and two dirty humans who stand guard at the cave mouth just past the two initial orcs. Tyler remains hunched over with his eyes closed, the human barely breathing as the deafening sound of the workers banging away seem to drive him to the brink of a mental breakdown. He hasn't been able to speak since the two were captured and the neglect to his body is taking toll. Allowing himself to slide down the chain would catch his neck and slowly begin to cut his air supply, however the drow seems unwilling to let the human off so easy as he would raise the man to an upright position and bring another fierce kick in contact with his ribs.

Celinia hadn't slept but a couple of hours in those three days, and it was beginning to show. She was honestly surprised that she had remained in control this whole time- the wolf in her head begging to tear at the drow's throat. Cels let out a small growl before reaching her arm out the cage as far as she could towards the drow, trying to take his attention away from Tyler. "Cut it out!" She almost snarled to the man.. no creature in front of him. "Leave him alone!" She had grown semi-attached to the odd human next to her, though she wished she could help him more then she was now.

Linken approached the cave with the utmost of caution, the bright light of the moon beaming down upon his back, which gave light to the green hue of the hooded cloak that concealed every recognizable aspect of his appearance. His hand would exit the interior of his garb, an ancient gauntlet of black steel reflecting the moon beams with a blueish hue as he pinched a torn parchment between his thumb and finger. "This must be it," he whispered to himself as he reevaluated the note, confirming the whereabouts of the two missing persons he sought out. Well aware that the deadline drew near, and knowing that he must act quickly if he is to save them from their terrible predicament, he proceeded to increase his walking speed until he was within sight of the two marauders guarding the entrance to the cave. Their vulgar conversation interrupted by the approach of a concealed figure, one's arm raisied with weapon in hand, spitting a wad of black, tobacco stained mucus from the side of his lips as the other cast his companion a sly grin, his eyes narrowing as he lurched forward slowly, gripping his belt with both hands as to adjust himself in some attempted show at intimidation. "Aye, what business 'ave ye here?" This was a question the elf responded to my extending his arms, parting the cloak as his hands raised in the air, one hand pinching the ransom note left on the Tavern's bulletin, the other gripping a leather sack, presumably filled to the brim with gold. "I am here for the slaves," he said in a deliciously nonchalant tone, "The last one I purchased from you proved to be not as hardy as you so eagerly portrayed him. I come seeking more, and though I feel your prices to be unfair, I have complied in full." The frontmost of the duo replied with an unamused glare, baring his teeth out the corner of his mouth as he approached the supposed client with a few cautious paces as the other stepped back to his post by the cave wall, ready to alert his posse within if any moves were made. "Oy, it ain' our bloody pro'lem if you ain' 'appy wit our stock, you want the sods or not?" The elf's head slowly nodded in compliance, though his hearing was more focused on a certain sound permeating from within the cave: steel upon steel, evidence of smithing that provided much background noise, and possibly his own window of opportunity. Stepping forth, he reached out cautiously, bag of coin in his left hand, and extended the offering to the bandit. 'Clank, ting... Clank, ting... Clank, ting...' The sound burnt itself into his mind as the bandit approached with a grunt, closing his eyes as he silently counted the window of silence between each jarring strike, the guard eagerly extending both hands which he waved toward his person in an enticing manner. "Come on 'en, 'ave at it.." Linken drew in a deep breath as he counted down to the next strike of their hammers, his eyes opening as they came to set upon the bandit but a few feet before him, his hands greedily extended as to grasp the bag with the most lustful of expressions upon his heartless face. It was time to act. His left hand released it's grip, the bag of pebbles and brook stones dropping to the earth right between the bandit's arms as the elf drew his right arm back, the metallic fist of his prosthetic arm balled as he thrust it forward just as the sharp sound of steel rung from the caves. 'Clank, tink!' His fist was driven into the jaw of the marauder before him, with such velocity as to whip him around to face his comrad, already raising his weapon above his head as he turned and drew his breath, ready to bellow the arrival of an assailant to his comrades with in. In that instant, the elf drew his free hand behind him, grasping the hilt of one of his daggers and unsheathing it as he whirled his arm in an upward ark, the deadly razor slicing through the air in a hazardous upward spiral as it flew towards the other guard's face. 'Clank, tink!' The blade slipped directly into the throat of the one who would alert the others to his presence, halting his shriek which was quickly replaced by a bloody gurgle as his eyes drew wide in disbelief at his own demise, silently tumbling backwards as the elf reached his arm across the left shoulder of the one facing away. The steel appendage would twist and whip to the side, wrapping around the kidnappers throat as he pulled him down and arched him backwards, dropping to his knee as he clenched his arm tightly to squeeze the life out of his victim. Arms flailing and feet kicking, the elf payed his struggle no mind as he gazed forth into the interior of the cave to examine it's layout and decide on his next move. 'Clank, tink!' The assassin snarled as he clenched his arm sharply, hammer and steel masking the sound of the last guard's snapping neck before dragging the limp corpse to the side, taking to the wall and peering cautiously into their lair as to decide on his next move.

Tyler :: The blood red gaze of the drow is turned from the battered human to face Celinia and a snarl is given as he moves closer to her cage with slender digits from his left hand tapping against the wrist of his right; "Aww, c'mon lass. You've been such a good one so far, why let it tear ya' up over some scum. Wouldn't want to have to shock ya' would I?" A rasp chuckle is offered but cut short as the sound of the banging of metal comes to a halt and screeching can be heard. The three fermin seek to flee deeper into the cave until they are out of sight, Halifax calling after them with a hateful tone though the drow raises his hand to silence the Preklek. "Shut it, 'alifax. Summin' spooked 'em." The Preklek reaches to his hip and pulls out a small jeweled dagger, flipping it over to hold the blade outwards as he turns to call to the Ogre. "Og. C'mon then." A nod is given as the Ogre cracks his knuckles, the sound of bone echoing through the cave as the giant green skin and Halifax both begin approaching Linken's location. Tyler's eye lids flicker as the human's rasp breath becomes audible and his legs slowly kick through the dirt. The Drow is quick to move as he snaps the chains hold from the wall around Tyler's neck and attempts to force the human to his feet. "Get up ya' sack of- Oh, for the sake o'-" Another kick is thrust to Tyler's kidneys as he simply falls over to the dirt and sobs silently, unable to stand. The leader quickly moves to unlock Celinia's cage only after tapping his wrist once more to remind the warrior of the enchanted bracers; "No funny busniess' girl. Play nice and I'll make sure not to fry ya', even buy ya' a nice meal before we sell you off." Once Celinia is free, the Drow prompt her to follow him while he gripped the other end of Tyler's chain and began pulling him through the dirt toward the high ground exit of the cave, trying to escape with the prisoners. Halifax and Og continue to approach Linken's last known location and the Preklek would freeze as he makes eyes contact with the Elf. "Og! Get'em!" The 'klek pauses a moment to allow Og to blindly rush towards the small framed elf, arms flailing as he seeks to crush the puny man, before he himself follows up with the dagger. The aim was for Og to beat Linken to a pulp then hold him still while Halifax guts him.

Celinia shook her head slightly before she ground out curse words, she hated that she would take the shock, if it meant Tyler would get a breather. "Do it. I dare y-" She was cut off by the banging of metal and it causes the woman to shut her eyes tightly against the shrill echo. Once the cage is unlocked, her first instinct was to chew a hole through the drows stomach, but was quickly reminded of the shock bracelet. "Just let me get this thing off and you're dead." She grumbled, though it was almost a soundless whisper.

Linken grimaced, muttering a curse undernhis breath as he watched the rapid approach of the Preklek and his massive companion. With a toss of his arm the cloak flew over his shoulder, revealing a myriad of equipment in the elf's arsenal: bow and quiver upon his shoulder, blade and shield across his back, twin daggers at the back of his waist, one of which was missing due to dispatching the guard, and an assortment of matching throwing knives lining the sockets of his belt and the strap of his blade. Reaching for his bow, he was quick to draw three arrows to an aim at the skull of the giant monstrosity, stepping from his cover and unleashing the volley. The beast snarled as he raised its hand in defense to the projectiles, two of them splintering in his palm and the other in his wrist before ushering a frustrated roar, crumbling the tiny wooden sticks in his fist as he continued on his warpath. Concerned by the innefectiveness of his arrows, he tossed the bow aside before drawing his blade with his left hand, rushing forward and to his left of the attackers. As a means of deterrence and to buy himself time, the elf scooped his free hand into the small satchel hanging from his belt, retrieving a handful of his trusty caltrops before unleashing them along the ground spacing them. They would detter the lesser in size of the duo, though the ogre would pay them no mind, stepping unfazed through the tiny spikes before lunging toward the elf, arms outstretched and hands eager to squeeze the life from him. Maintaining distance being the only plausible course of action, the elf lept forward with a pained grunt as he attempted to dive from the embrace of the large one, though his luck would prove unsuccessful as his green digits clenched the end of his cloak, temporarily strangling him as he snapped backwards in the air, falling to his back. With a choking wince, he clasped his free hand upon his brooch, tugging at the cloak to allow some air into his lungs as he peered above, bearing witness to the smug mess of crooked teeth as the creature dragged him closer to his demise. In response, the elf quickly flailed his blade arm around his head, slicing clean through the garment with a gasp of air as the pressure released from his throat, barrel rolling away from the creatures deadly reach until finding himself backed against the wall. With a snarl, and still gasping for air, Linken snapped the brooch from his collar, ripping the remaining half of his tattered cloak from his person, whirling it towards the ogre and Preklek to serve as much of a distraction as it could whilst he scrambled to his feet, breaking into a full sprint as he cut a direct path to the cages at the back. This was not looking good.

Tyler :: Halifax and Og gave chase to the elf, the ogre simply stomping through the spiked traps leaving a clear path for the Preklek to follow as quickly as possible. Leading the way, Og smashed through any obstacles that were in his way, the behemoth in a blind rage and dead set on ending the life of the do-gooder. It is this rage that ultimately becomes his downfall. As the greenskin pursues Linken he fails to take notice of a massive hanging stalactite and collides head first. The sound of his skull cracking can echoes through the cave as the beast falls to his back with a thud. With the Ogre unconscious, Halifax is forced to offer a snarl and shouts a few more insults before continuing his chase after Linken. Just outside of the top entrance to the cave, The drow still holds Tyler's chain in his clutches with Celinia close behind. The trio find themselves at the cliffs face and the only way down to the path below is to drop over the mouth of the cave. Demonic-gaze set down upon the drop below the drow begins to gnaw at his bottom lip furiously; "Hmm... Les' see... Might break a bone or two..." he mutters to himself in consideration of the drop. Taking note of the human in his hold the drow allows a wicked smile to appear once more. "Ahh, but I nearly forgot! We've got us a dummy!" Pulling the battered male to the edge of the face the drow presses his boot to Tyler's back; "Send us a postie, won'cha?" A chuckle is provided as he presses his boot hard against Tyler's spine and releases his chain allowing the limp man to fall from the top of the cave down to the dirt below. A moments observation is given as Tyler's frail figure shows a small bit of movement, fingers digging into the dirt as he struggles to catch his breath. "Right. It's survivable', You next lass!" The dark skin creature moves to snatch Celinia's wrist and pulls her closer to the edge, ready to send her to the same fate as the illusionist.

Celinia had jerked her hand away from the drow before he could catch it, and moved over to the edge of the cliff before the drow could catch her. She placed a hand firm on the ground before she's over the lip of the cliff, landing next to Tyler with a grunt. "Hey. We're gonna get out of here. I promise you that." She muttered before looking to one of the spiked rocks sticking up, and without thinking- slamming the bracelet against the rock with all her might, leaving cracks along it. Celi frowned at the object before moving to Tyler and attempting to lift him up with his arm over her shoulder. " Just... Let me get this thing off. " That was muttered, because by now she was sure the drow was closing in on them again.

Linken felt the tremor that resulted from the ogre's collision as he sprinted to the back of the caves, a brief rush of relief escaping in a sharp exhale as he glanced over his shoulder to verify the lumbering beasts temporary removal from the situation. His gaze then set upon the Preklek that followed suite, recognizing his much needed disposal as being vital to the success of his mission, lest he need any further distraction. The elf's free hand raised to his chest, clenching three of the throwing knives housed in the pockets of his equipment belt and clenched them between his knuckles, breaking his speed as to turn around mid stride and send the volley of knives at the reptilian henchman with an outward flick of his arm. Not wanting to give any opportunity to recover from from his attack, he recovered from his spin by throwing his remaining momentum into a roll, digging his heels into the dirt before coming to a jerky stop and quickly bringing his hand to the dirt to try and prevent any loss of balance. Swiftly rose to his feet and thrust his blade into the earth, using both hands to simultaneously draw two more throwing knives into the air and above his head as he turned, bringing his arms down with an annoyed growl as he sent the follow up volley towards his opponent. He had no time to bare witness to the fruits of his endeavor, however, as the ring leader of the kidnappers kicked Tyler off the ledge above, and when his frail body struck the earth with a quiet thud, his body painted and soaked with blood, he then recognized the male victim as the boy he repaired in the nearby tavern but a week ago, and a fire began to burn deep in the elf's stomach. Time seemed to come to a halt as the sceen before him blended with his own memories, Tyler's form coming to be replaced with the form of his long lost love and their two children, battered and shackled to the earth and forced to live in animal cages due to the hospitality of those who kidnapped them. His personal investment in the attempted rescue began to shine forth throug his pale cerulean hues, his hand clenching his blade to the point of trembling as he grinded his teeth in disgust, fiery gaze raising to meet the Drow as Celinia managed to escape from his grasp, ripping the tool of death from the ground and aiming it's point at the heartless monster above. "I will ~enjoy~ making you suffer before I rip out your throat."

Tyler offers Celinia a soulless stare, caramel hues seemingly lost of life as he struggles to hear her words before simply laying his face upon the dirt once more allowing his eyes to close. The Drow has readied to descend to Tyler and Celinia's location but was cut short by Linken's arrival. The wretched creature offers only a defiled grin with sharp, stained and crooked teeth as he provides a rasp chuckle. "Ah, looky 'ere. Should'a known a light skin, pointed eared 'ittle prick would be behind all this." Slender digits move to wrap around the hilt of a golden cutlass and the weapon is pulled from it sheath with a hiss, the drow flicking the blade in a taunting motion to Linken. " Well, I 'aven't got all day pretty boy!", "No~". An expression of confusion is provided by the drow, as a cold voice echoed repeatedly as if shouted across a chasm. He turns to find a figure wearing similar robes though decorated in dried bone had manifested just feet from the holy elf and the evil drow. The figure kept a hood pulled tight above his helm, revealing only a scarred and burned lower jaw. "Ah, I's wonder when the hell you'd be back!" The drow quickly replaces his blade in it's holster as the dark entity proceeds to his side and places his hand upon the drow's shoulder. The once well illuminated night sky seems to fade into darkness as a veil falls upon the trio at the top of the cave. "You've played a very bad hand elf, one that has hurt far more than helped.~" The robed figure pauses for a moment as the Drow continues to offer a smug look of defiance to Linken. "But you're mission here is complete. The man below seeks to find refuge beneath the earth, though I feel it's against your interest to let an -innocent- man die.~" At the cave entrance Tyler lay motionless as blood drips from his nostrils and cracked lips, the human tempting the fates. "So, go, Holy Elf... Help him.~" As the final words ring out the two men before Linken would begin to shimmer and eventually fade from view just before his eyes, with them the veil that shrouded the two from Celinia's sight, if Linken were to venture into the cave he would find no evidence of his work as all of the bodies would vanish just as the Drow and Robed man.

Celinia hadn't been focusing on the three, simply the man that was on the ground, a growl escaping her lips before she brushed her hand over his nose to look for a breath. "Hey kid. Come on, show me you're listening. Anything. A twitch. Something." She was speaking in a rushed tone, panic clear in her voice. She didn't know what to do. What would help the human laying there. She was scared for him. Finally she jerked her head back to look for the sight of -anyone-, moving to hopefully roll Tyler onto his back and move his head onto her lap, skimming her fingers along his cheek. "Come on... Wake up. I told you we were getting out of here."

Linken himself was caught offguard by the sudden unexpected arrival of the Drow's hooded accomplice, his right hand reaching to his belt and drawing his remaining combat dagger as he concluded that this mystery man and any who accompanied him would fall before his blade. "Another one? The more the merrier! Have at me then!" As the shrouded figure approached and his hand came to set upon the slaver, Linken's attention was diverted by the shroud of darkness that began to decend from above, his feet shuffling about as he spun around examining the writhing shadows engulfing the cave with an annoyed growl. "What trickery is this!?" He commanded as he turned to face his target at the same moment he and his accomplice receded into the veil, his features tensing with anger to the point of vessels popping rough the elf's brow as he issued forth a roaring "No!" at their attempt to escape his wrath. Linken immediately flicked his knife-wielding arm in a sharp upward motion and released the twirling blade, catching its razor sharp point between his fingers and drawing the blade behind his head. "You're mine!" The elf wung his arm forth with enough strength to send him stumbling forward, a sharp whistle accompanying the dagger as it sliced through the air on a direct course toward the Drow's heart. Just as the blade was to reach him, however, the veil collapsed on itself, a sharp 'chink' bouncing of the walls of the cavern as the blade's tip sunk into the stone above. "Damn it!" he yelled in utter frustration, balling his steel fist and driving it sharply into the rock wall beneath the ledge, it's force enough to chip the stone, before whipping around to face the aftermath of his onslaught: Nothing. There were no cages, no bodies, no ogre, the only evidence of life being the broken man and the woman that aided him. His hand was brought to his forehead with a wince, an attempt to cease the throbbing in his mind with pressure as he struggled to comprehend exactly what had just transpired, though it would not detract from his will to aid those he sought to set free, his heels kicking up dirt as he broke into another sprint for the pair. Tossing his blade to the side as he approached, he fell to his knees at Celinia's side, carefully shifting around her form to better examine Tyler's battered form. "We have no time, he is in horrible shape," he blurted, frustration and anger still evident in the tone of his voice as the mindset of combat began to slowly recede, breaking his evaluation of the human only to briefly meet gazes with Celinia for the first time and revealing his concern through his oceanic eyes. "Were you injured any? I'll do what I can, but if you're well enough then we -must- seek aid for this man immediately."

Tyler would lay motionless and deaf to Celinia's calls until Linken arrived, upon which a sharp breath is taken as if new life spreads through his veins. The human gasps and his nails find their way to Celinia's leg and begin to dig into flesh as his free hand grabs at the iron collar still shackled tightly around his neck. His feet kicked into the earth as he attempted to rise to his feet only to collapse as he continued to try and catch his breath.

Celinia grunts slightly, her hands moving to help him with the collar. "Hey! Calm down sweetheart." She glanced down at her leg, the one that had his nails embedded into it. " Can I have my leg back also?"

Linken 's words were nearly cut short as the human sprung forth into consciousness once more with crazed, flailing motions, reaching out and pressing his hands to the mans torso as he applied just enough pressure to try and restrain him. "Relax!" he called out, his tone of voice betraying the relief that he felt when his expression would not, "They are gone, boy! Gone." As the two struggled with his collar, the elf turned his attention to his belt, retrieving a small gourd that hung from his waist and untying the knot that gound it. "Please, keep him calm... I can help with the collar if you give me but a moment." He would sigh as he struggled with the rope, his focus being broken for a moment as the weight of his actions finally set upon him: Amidst much confusion, even with the perpetrator nowhere in sight, the elf's endeavor had been successful: The captives had been freed. This brought a strong feeling of content over him, holding the now untied gourd of water in his hand, snaking his way to Tyler's opposite side to better examine the restraint.

Tyler would release his grip on Celinia, a bit of blood trickling from her leg where he had taken hold. As Linken constantly reassured him that the slavers were gone he found himself able to slow his breathing and close his eyes to regain his thoughts for a moment. He was still unable to speak as the bloodied cloth that had gagged him for the past few days remained in place, although he had been gnawing at it to give him a bit more airway.

Celinia unties the gag from around his mouth and smiles down at him, though she was pretty sure he couldn't see her at the moment, so the smile was direct then towards Linken. "Thank you.."

Linken met Celinia's smile, responding by forcing a faint one of his own, his thoughts too convoluded at the moment to express any real emotion. "There's no need, it was right of me to do so." Slipping his left hand beneath Tyler's neck, his digits slipped between the space of the collar, slowly rotating it until the latch was visibly on top. He proceeded to pour the water into the keyhole and on the surface around it, dropping the gourd to the ground before biting the fingertips of his right glove and removing it with a few tugs. The metallic sheen of his false appendage shimmered a faint blue beneath the pale moonlight, slowly flexing it's fingers before tightly gripping the lock. Linken's eyes fell shut as his chest slowly rose and fell, and it was only a moment before the false limb's temperature began to rapidly drop. Water slowly turned to ice, evidenced by the thin white sheet of frost that splintered like a web outward from the point of contact, and when it had frozen enough his calm expression transformed to one of strain as his brow tightened, pulling from both directions on the collar with all the effort his remaining strength could afford. His hands began to tremble as the frozen portion began to give, warping and bending until finally it shattered free, the collar falling to the earh as the elf tumbled to his rear end, dropping his arms behind him for support as he inhaled sharply and repeatedly, cold hand raising to press against his face in exhaustion.

Tyler would grab his throat with both hands as soon as the collar is removed, the flesh a sore red and bleeding from it's rough hold on him from the past few days. He then quickly rips the bloodied rag from his mouth and tosses it to the ground below. As he moves his jaw about to pop it backed up blood begins to fall from the open maw. Tears would swell in his eyes and slowly begin to fall down his cheeks as a shaky finger is extended to point in the direction of the Slippery Eel; "I-I-I just w-want to go home. S-someone take me home." His voice was rasp and after he spoke he coughed violently as he hunched over in pain and awaited an escort to take him to his rented room. It has been hell the past few days. The man simply wanted to sleep.

Celinia heaved a sigh before a another smile is offered to the man, "Again... Thank you so much. I'll help him home... It's on my way. Oh, I'm Celinia by the way." She dips her head in a nod before she grabs him by the hand and lifts him up. " Can you walk.. Uh... " She went quiet then, not entirely sure of his name.

Linken slowly rose to his feet, bringing his arm behind Tyler's back as he assisted in raising him to his feet. "Linken." It was all he said, briefly leaving the pair's side to make his way over to his sword. "I will escort you back," he said, lowering himself to the ground as his hand grasped the blade, "I would not forgive myself if I didn't see you two to safety." He then shifted to the mouth of the cave, returning the blade to it's sheath as he knelt down and picked up his bow and quiver, slinging them upon his right shoulder. "And after all of this," he said, once more returning to the couple and adding his weight to support Tyler, "I think we all could use a drink..."

Tyler would use Celinia for support once he had been lifted to his feet by Linken, an indication that he indeed couldn't walk due to the malnourishment of his body. As Linken spoke his words went unheard as the human couldn't seem to stop the buzzing in his head. Instead he simply held onto the warrior woman, whether she liked it or not, and awaited the duo to help him to the Eel.

Celinia would wrap her other hand around around his waist before she took a few tentative steps forwards the town. "And just wait til I get my hands on that drow." It was more of an animalistic growl then actual words but she didn't say else on the trip back.