The potion Kiira was examining was unusual. She couldn't identify what it was but she could clearly make out what school of magic was used to produce it. With gems and gold taken, the Ogres only had their equipment left, simple hide armor and a pair of great clubs. Not really valuable in any market, since they were far too large for most adventurers to use.<br/><br/>As the Cleric did her job healing, the glow around the woman faded. She stirred, coming around, not sure<br/><br/>"Vel'klar tlun Usstan?" the woman asked, sitting up slowly.<br/><br/>Her hood came down as she sat up and her hand raised to shield her eyes from the light. Her skin was black as night, her hair the fairest of silvery-white. Her pointed ears gave away her elven heritage, but anyone that looked on her would know exactly what she was. The Drow winced, and gently rubbed her side before looking at the strangers around her. Her red eyes narrowed before she turned to look at her fellows.<br/><br/>Vel'bol wun l' thal Uoi'notan zhah aluin pholor ghil, Toge?!" she demanded before she closed her eyes and bit her tongue. "I mean...  What is going on Toge?"<br/><br/>"We were rescued after you and I fell in combat. These people have been kind enough to offer us a ride to Soubar. It'll cut our journey time greatly." the ratling said, smiling as he stood there.<br/><br/>Ashton was obviously on the defensive, his hands moving to the hilts of his swords. He didn't draw, but he seemed to understand how people reacted to Drow, if the Ratling did not.<br/><br/>"I agree with you, sir." Ashton said, eyes locked on Mingan. "We shouldn't lose the daylight. Put your hood back up."