The eyes of the one who requested Elli to stop, did not betray any fear when the paladin came barreling downing the corridor at the trio. Taking a moment to lower his hand and recompose himself, he replied. "We were given the name of 'dark folk' by your kind long ago. The reason we are up here is to do a job...once said job is complete we will go back into the Underdark and it will be most likely you won't hear from us again. It is rather...unfortunate many of our servants met untimely ends due to your blade, but I think we would be willing to look beyond that." The dark folk's common was surprising good, even if his tone was rather harsh; it might have just been the way that they spoke.<br/><br/>While Elli healed herself, the wounded received a potion of the other of its companions. Drinking vial's contents, some of the damage from the wounds that Elli had inflicted started to close up, though he still looked pretty wounded. "I'd rather not fight if it can be help," the spokesman said. "Not that a surface-dweller would care too much for the troubles of those who reside in the Underdark, we need to get back into that warehouse."