"Those spider-worshiping bloodsuckers are the ones forcing us to do this," the dark folk spokesman stated, no longer hiding his anger. "We don't know why they want these glowing rocks, but apparently it is important enough to march into our village and take over two dozen hostages. We need those crates soon to free our people...surely you can see that with lives at stake that a few crates full of rocks is a cheap price to pay. I don't know what one surface-dweller can do against those raiders and their abomination of a leader, but I will say this: if it were up to us, you would still be oblivious to our existence. Once this matter is done with no more of your kind will witness us, none from our tribe at least."<br/><br/>Behind Elli, she could hear the footsteps of the last remaining short one arrive in the corridor they were in. The spokesman gave a command to the two and they sheathed their blades without hesitation, moving over to their tall masters.