Taking another sip of this meal that he’d feel kinda guilty over feeding to a pig, some of the other slaves made some introductions, Mikhail regarded his companions. A gnome – Fumbledog. Not the most common of names, but the only gnomes he really saw before were travelers, maybe it was just a gnome thing. The Elf however looked a lot more concerned, and spoke in a way that made sense. He knew Drow as bogeymen before this, that they snatched rotten children or stray ones and ate them. Of course that wasn’t really the truth, but was it much of a lie? Probably not, either way, the Elf probably had more to worry about than he did, so he felt sympathy to Naeris. “Well, glad i’m not the only one thinking of it. I didn’t say it though because well... Anyone know where we can escape to? There’s underdark on one side, and underdark on the other. And our best options If we ever got an opportunity for breakthrough are a leap of faith, hoping that the drow give us enough freedom to do so. And then we make a leap of faith, or climb. And the  spider webs are probably crawling with... Yanno, spiders.”<br/><br/>“Still, i’m not hopeless. Maybe there’s something we can do, I don’t know. I do know there’s something else in that guard tower though. Little drow shits have me polishing their armor every day. They don’t let me on the second floor, but I know there’s something up there. Has to be. They don’t want me knowing what it is, either. So could be something good, who knows? A map of the area? Our gear? I mean, I was armed and armored when I was captured. Dunno bout y’all, but I’d at least feel better running into the unknown if I had my bow. I don’t want to fight these drow in any case. There’s no way we can win in a fight here against ‘em. Best we can do is run for our lives if we get caught out.” But, there was a chance, and a very dim hope. Which was hopefully enough.