Sil's violet eyes became very solemn as she listened to Sbatarra's tired words. "Because I do not want to," she said quietly. "I look at you and see the strongest person I have ever met, save my master. As the orcs and ogre would have you believe, nearly any other enemy I have fought was cut down almost immediately. But you... whether you want to or not, your body still refuses to die. You do not give in. I cannot fathom how you do it, but that you do it at  all is testament to your strength, to your will, and to your spirit."<br/><br/>Sil gave her swords another look, admiring their sheen before sheathing them. She stood and slid one arm behind Sbatarra's shoulders, the other going under her knees, and she lifted the elf with little trouble. She walked silently down the shaft, and whn she reached the group of men, she told them in a voice as quiet as her speech to Sbatarra, "Let her live," setting the elf on her feet; she should have recovered enough to at least stand by then. "If I find out that any of you have sou much as touched a hair on her head, I will show you far less mercy." The men nodded and parted ways for Sbatarra to leave, even if it was rather crowded. Many of them were armed, and though they did not hold their weapons at the ready, they looked like they were ready to draw them if Sbatarra decided to grow violent again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>