Despite his rather fierce intimidation, the drow matron merely scowls. "You will not intimidate me, boy," she says, stepping forward to jab her finger at him... when she suddenly buckles and drops to her knees, three of her daughters, behind her, gesturing together, clearly using psionic powers to disable her. "Enough, mother! You do not speak for all of us, any more. Now, bend to his whims, or we will crush you!" "Traitors... wicked, wicked traitors..." she hisses, angrily. "I should have... killed you all... myself..." The eldest of the three daughters glances to Draiss, as if asking what he thinks, because they are likely to try and kill her, if he doesn't stop it.