"It is... a constant struggle," the good drow goddess admits. "And, as much as I would love to see for my children brought to the light, once more... it is too ingrained in their nature, in their very essence. Certainly, some may redeem themselves, but for most? It is simply not possible." She smiles up at him, though her smile is clearly a bit strained, and she doesn't bother trying to hide her weariness, or her sorrow. "I heard of your new ally. I'm not going to question you too hard about it; I'm certain you have your reasons, and I won't hold them against you. But... it is entirely conceivable that I may lose, here. I suspect it will be another century or more, but..." She shrugs, again. "I would ask of you a favor, though, if something unfortunate does happen... protect my children, my followers. Gird them from the spider queen's wrath, and carry them away. My children, here," she says, gesturing to the realm around her, "at the very least, if you can. More, if you are able. But... I know of your agreement, and I expect you to uphold it; the last thing I want is my name associated with one who would break a truce given," she says, calmly, smiling a little.