Savyna was breathing heavily, as much from worry as from her struggling, as she looked at the drow in mingled pity and horror. "You... you could always flee. Go elsewhere. The others are dead, you don't have to work with them, anymore, I could help you," she pleaded, desperately trying to change the woman's mind, any way she could think of.<br/><br/>(Please feel free to add accidental insults into the above commentary, as she just got a nat 1 on her Diplo check.)