The spokesman narrowed his eyes at Elli when she said that she would not allow the dark folk back up into the warehouse. However, his eyes softened with curiosity when she stressed her "should".<br/><br/>"What do we have to say to that?" The spokesman's sounded more amused than anything else. "I would say that would not be in anyone's best interest. Not ours...and most certainly not yours. However, it sounds like you're already have an alternative solution in mind? I'm afraid if it doesn't involve those crates, then I think we're talking on different planes here. Whether these crates were legally acquired is of no concern to us. We need them plain and simple and if we're able to take them, then we will."<br/><br/>The other unwounded tall dark folk stepped up to whisper to the spokesman in their language. The spokesman gave the dark folk, from its frame it appeared to be a woman, a bewildered look and responded especially harshly...to which the woman responded just as harshly. Shaking his head, the spokesman turned back to Elli and said, "It seems this one here thinks you can help us. I think it will only be temporary solution...however it would allow us time...what do you know about the Drow, surface-dweller?"