The captain takes the other end of the leash and nods to Yula.  "Come.  Knowledge of this fighting may have spread, it is best they see we captured you quickly," she hisses out in a hushed voice.<br/><br/>She leads along quickly with Divdor just behind, his sword out as though to prod the prisoner along.  Respectfully, he doesn't do so, instead just making appearances.  The party of three passes down one another two levels passing where the two drow had been stationed and then going through a stone archway out toward the fortress.  After a brief discussion apparently in drow, they are waved through a second guardpost at the end of a long stone bridge leading into the city proper.<br/><br/>It's a strange thing, being around this fortress.  Were there trees above it would almost seem elven and it has many of the same properties, though it is worked delicately into the natural stone shapes instead of forest.  The peaks and windows of the buildings are perhaps a bit sharper and the colors are darker, all blacks, greys, and glowing purple stone.  The drow guards lead through what appears to be an open air market though the bustle is muted, dark elves nearly rubbing shoulders with each other to whisper out their wants.  "Look in that stall as we pass it," suggests Cheszeth in a voice that sounds like she may be dressing down an unruly prisoner, "You will see why your quest is folly."<br/><br/>The stall is much like the other merchant stalls, crafted of a dark blue wood that must be native to these areas with a wide flag across it in drow script.  Inside the stall stand two drow women, though their differences from the rest of the species are marked.  For one, they are a good foot and a half taller than even the tallest of white-haired folk around them and show obvious signs of being well muscled.  Their bodies would look exaggerated with full impressive breasts, wide hips, and beautiful features, definitely touched by magic in some way, even if it weren't for their most striking feature.  Each of the two drow have two sets of arms, one set above the other with protective bracers on each forearm.<br/><br/>Soon after passing by this sight, Cheszeth brings Yula into an alley way, down a flight of stairs, and through a small door into a cramped room with wooden siding and floor.  A single small stone lights the tiny space and she looks tense as she sits down at the table which can sit four as long as nobody wants to eat or lean forward.  "Those are the Great Lady's Pleasure Guard.  We can speak freely here.  It is warded and, for now, protected."  She reaches forward and quickly undoes the collar, tossing it into a nearby open crate.