"Only one of the small ones fell, the unlucky victim of one of the nobles' blades...other than that no serious harm was done to us." By 'us' Nalch referred to himself and Isene; the remaining small ones were now bore visible wounds, but they did not appear to be mortally wounded by any means. "There are at least eight more them...they are more than likely guarding the location where they are keeping our people. As for finding them...I would like for you to turn around and cover your ears."<br/><br/>Nalch made his way over to the body of a male Drow...and swiftly stomped on his stomach. The drow, the wind knocked out of it, cried in pain as Nalch pointed one of his swords down at its throat.<br/><br/>"You would be wise to do as he says," Isene says to Elli. "My brother is an expert at making people talk."