<span style="font-weight: bold">Aviana/All</span><br/><br/>The dridder’s eyes almost plead with yours, beneath a hefty dose of arrogance, but she doesn’t speak through the paralysis on her lips and tongue. The female drow approaching her, threatening to devour her, ignores you utterly - perhaps not surprisingly, given the delicious-looking dridder she’s about to make a meal of.<br/><br/>Her male companion, on the other hand, spins to face you, stepping forward, sword held in a guard position against any attack you might make. “Hghssss,” he half-snarls, half-hisses, his face twisted into a demonic, possessed expression.<br/><br/>The two snipers furthest from you reload, and shoot again. The male drow warrior barely seems to notice the arrow that appears, protruding from his back. The nearest one, with the cute butt (Sniper 1), jerks in surprise, spinning to cover you, an arrow notched against her thrumming bowstring. Her mouth opens and closes, as if searching for some argument to gain your support… but closes on nothing.<br/><br/>The cloaked figure twitches, kinking into a pose that has to be uncomfortable, and baleful fire seems to appear in its eyes. “Scurry back to the surface, little lizardess,” it hisses, “live a little longer. The belly of the earth will devour all!” The laughter that follows is crackling and broken. The figure twitches again, sagging into a more relaxed outline, and the throat-clearing cough that follows is decidedly sensual and feminine. “I wish she wouldn’t<span style="font-style: italic">do</span>that,” she mutters, sotto-voce.