The four SAMAS soldiers stand on the ground now, their heavy armour making them sink a few inches in the sandy patch of ground they landed on. The elven procession heads towards the biggest black dome, one of which the iron-cased slave was kicked out from. The dome's oval doors slide open and another Drowen lady strides out, clad in a leather body suit that's like second skin, just more shiny and glistening.<br/><br/>"Hail, lady Xe'pthara. I have not expected to be visited by a superior, is there any doubt to my mission proceeding as ordered?"<br/>The Drown in skin-tight leather shielded her eyes from the sun and smiled at the jewelry-laden one and her troops.<br/><br/>"Deceitful."Xe'pthara repsonded to her. "You were planning to keep the one known as Misery Zhuval for yourself!"<br/><br/>Even those who didn't know the Drowen language could recognize the name of their comrade.<br/>The Drow in black leather said something in response, but quietly, and her voice was muffled by the increasingly louder sound coming from behind the heroes back.<br/>*sift* *sift* *sift* *sift*.<br/>Like huge metal shovels kicking up sand in the air.<br/><br/>In the encampment, the Drow that arrived were sorrounding the main dome, as well as the others, while two male swordsmen stood by the black leather Drowess side and crossed their blades in a demonstration they will defend her.<br/>*sift* *sift* *sift* *sift*<br/>The huge metal skull on mechanical legs is clearly visible behind your backs.<br/>Meanwhile, the two lady Drows are exchanging insults and threats.<br/><br/>"You are on mine territory, and if you think i have vexed you, the matter will be taken before the matriarch herself!"<br/>And readying to fight, though only a handful warriors intends to defend the leather one.<br/>"You shall be taken all right, but to the tormentress! Black Fairies to me! Your obidience is sworn to *me*, not Ul'ishka!"