<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://geekfightclub.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/PZOPDFAAWROTDUEME.jpg)</div>With the duel at an end, the drow woman pants quietly for breath, wrapping one hand in the other to assess the bleeding a bit.  A tiny tap of the rapier to the bottom of her chin brings her attention back up, anger and hurt in her eyes.  Through the rebuking, her brow knots and she grits her teeth.  "I understand, Overlander," she manages to murmer out between grit teeth.  A flash of rage still holds her features, but she has been soundly beaten and with little enough success.  "Divdor!  To me," she barks out in a harsh voice, taking care to keep her head and neck still in the process.<br/><br/><br/>Divdor returns up the stairs, scimitar in hand, but falters when he sees his commander on one knee.  "Captain Cheszeth?" he asks, his voice hard even though he is visibly shaken.  He is obviously a younger elf, though all elves have some degree of that agelessness to them, if only because of his build and voice.<br/><br/><br/>"We have been defeated and an accord has been made.  This Overlander," she doesn't quite manage to hide her disgust as she says this word, "has offered that if we aid her, she will leave our lands in time and will make efforts to prevent the death of our people.  We shall see if she is to be trusted, yet, but for now I don't see we have an exceptionally large amount of choice."  The swordswoman, Captain Cheszeth, eyes the offered hand and stands up on her own, obviously with some difficulty, one of her hands moving to her side for a moment.  She rolls her shoulders a bit and cracks her neck.  "Come," she hisses out in a quieter voice, "If you wish to survive this, I advise we find a safer place to hide with fewer ears about.  The Great Lady is not easy to sneak up upon."<br/><br/><br/>She reaches to her belt and takes out a rope with a thick, cast iron collar that locks on.  "We can help you, but you must trust us," she advises as she unlocks the heavy black collar and holds it out to Yula.  "We can lead you into the city to a place where we may speak more freely and easily.  Do you accept?"  Her face looks strained and uncomfortable and Divdor seems nearly beside himself, but the two do not appear to be deceptive by Yula's measure.