Leom nods and goes back to his seat. “He is fine. He wasn’t expecting that the drink he was given contained a poison that would cause him to pass out but he is none the worse for wear.” He leaned back in his chair and regarded her with gray eyes. They raked her up and down, examining her. He seemed to like what he saw as he continued.<br/><br/>“The drow we captured told us a good deal. I take it you are already were told that they are massing for some sort of attack. Normally the thought of drow killing drow brings a smile to my face but they are using our town to help fuel it. If it escalates, they all will need to capture more and more slaves. Our town will eventually be wiped off the map. We are craftsman, not warriors. Ironically enough, we can only supply others to fight, not ourselves. That is where you come in.”<br/><br/>He stoop back up and started to pace around the room, looking like he needed to walk as he talked. “From what we gathered from the drow, her matriarch is who ordered this build up, intent on taking advantage of a weakness in several other houses. She is powerful but not untouchable, especially to someone with your talents.” He pauses a moment, chewing on his bottom lip. “Your biggest issue will be getting to her, specifically past her bodyguard. The prisoner did not know much about him except that he is a demon sent by Lloth herself to guard her most important daughters.”<br/>