Finexia smiled slightly, murmuring. "Good. I'm not saying you have to. Simply<em>try</em>not to kill them outright."<br/><br/>And the battle... that made her smile broadly as she stepped over the captives, nodding to the drow happily, offering. "Half of the gear each sound fair? I'll have these transported back to the Dungeon. This should do wonders for things... and please, keep me informed about the mithral. The drow house in question is<em>very</em>powerful, to the point that I believe your more potent neighboring drow would fear them."<br/><br/>With that she'd start transporting the oreads back to the dungeon, curious how Passion had been doing with scouting out the academy for young noblewomen.