Talneth flicked his blades to his sides before he pulled a cloth from his belt pouch and wiped them down, cleansing the troll ichor from the steel. He shook his head, reminding himself that the surface-dweller meant nothing to him. He didn't care if she lived or died; she was but a tool to serve his ends. He told himself that as he turned to Nelynda, stowing the cloth. "That cave looks like their dwelling," he said matter-of-factly, "I'm gonna go check it out, wait for my signal." He spoke with the tone of a command he expected to be followed.<br/><br/>The drow crouched to the side of the cave, looking inside before heading in, keeping his eyes peeled as he inched along the wall, using cover when available and keeping his steps silent.