[You find the passage! It's there, alright.] (what's the general light level in here?) [Dark.] [You can see right now, and your elf vision will help you some of the way. You might have to create a light later on.] * Vall starts walking along the wall cautiously, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious and/or drow in nature. [ For a long time, the tunnel goes on in dark silence. ] [Vall doesn't notice the Drow until he's behind him and holding a cold knife to the back of his neck. "Well, well."] "Well met, friend." "Heh. Well met indeed. What brings you here, 'friend'?" * Vall keeps his voice level, and without fear. "I am from the Shi'uarra clan, returning from a recon in the nearby desmodu village." "Really? Because you look more like a slave to me." "Who better to send on a recon, than a loyal slave?" "Good question. Who're you doing recon for? I'll ask them." "As I said before, I am with Clan Shi'uarra. Now, as I am carrying vital information on a group of duergar who are passing through right now, including their travel plans, perhaps you should just escort me into the city to make sure I'm able to give them the information safely." (Laying on the charisma while talking; fluctuating the tone of voice to appear trusting, etc) "After all, we don't want our enemies to get away, do we?" "Of course not! In fact, I will take you to the Matron Mother immediately. Er, what's her name again?" "Shinai Vel'Shi'uarra, unless she's been deposed during the time I was away." (Tsk, tsk. You didn't ask me. ) (sorry... want me to retcon that?) (Not at all. You're just in for a nasty surprise, is all.) (I've been away a hundred years, after all... :) "My goodness, you're right. Too bad she's in another city. But I'm sure she'll be most appreciative if we bring her to you." [ Two more figures in piwawfi cloaks come out of the shadows ahead of you. "So, come along now, dear slave," says the guy behind you. "We don't want to keep her waiting, now do we?" ] "In that case, might I suggest I speak with your captain of the guard instead? My information would be better suited for his ears than hers." "After I deliver my report, I would be glad to be returned to my clan's slave pens." "We can do that. Start walking." * Vall starts walking. How close are they to me? [ One is directly behind you, still with his blade against you. The others walk to either side of you, weapons drawn. They must not trust you. ] * Vall mumbles to himself, casting flare, centered on myself. (actually, can we pick up on this next time? I need to get up early tomorrow) [ Sure. For now we'll say that you're probably captured, as the guys you're up against were intended for the whole group. ]