"We will have to help ourselves, Zhandi, but such devotion and belief will surely be rewarded in time." Shamya smiled warmly, thinking the matter over briefly.  She decided that this lot would not likely betray her.  If nothing else, she had little to lose if she decided to believe in them.  Though she kept her voice quiet, she spoke more quickly now,  "I do not welcome a fight, either, but anyone who can use a blade and has not found sharp things while the drow were not looking, you need only ask and I can provide you with a sharp thing.  It is regrettable, but we will likely have to kill to escape here.  I am much more comfortable with a crossbow or with the little miracles Chauntea allows me to work."