The binoc's move, scanning the moving fairies and the iron-clad man. Soft curses in Mizrel's native tongue come in a constant stream, as she re-examines the encampment again. The cursing grows a bit louder when she sees the Drow coming out of the Rift. "Spider Queen give me strength", she whispers. Anger, fear and envy stabbing deep into her at the sight of her people. "That's a priestess down there. A high priestess, Yathtallar, or even a Matron Mother, Ilharess. This is no mere raiding party. This is a invasion I think. Planned out."<br/><br/>Mizrel scans the landscape around the camp, the comm still on. "They have found the village and will soon know that I was there. I am a very distinctive looking woman. Shit." She mutters, chewing on her lower lip. The sound behind caught her ear and she half turns to look at it. "What is that noise?"