The wait would only be a couple of hours, the other party arriving earlier than expected. The dark folk tensed up as they approached, the Drow appearing to come out of the shadows to Elli's eyes. There were sixteen of them, many of them simply armed, but a few others had shields and swords at their sides that were easily of masterwork quality. Behind them was, as Elli had heard of, their leader. The waist up was that was a Drow female, breasts bare but covered with long locks of stark white hair. The rest of her body appeared to that of large black widow spider, its eight legs slender and skittering forward with grace. The hostages were not with them.<br/><br/>The she-spider would address, as he took a few steps forward, Nalch in the language the dark folk Elli had observe them using. Even though he was composed, it was clear that Nalch was holding back his anger as he spoke. The exchange carried on, until the spider-drow made a beckoning gesture. Nalch signaled for the small ones to bring forward the crates. They did as they were told putting the crates between the distance of the two parties. A couple of Drow stepped forward to examine the crates. Once they opened them and exclaimed that they were empty, Nalch gave the signal...and everything went dark.