"Flee? Flee<em>where?!</em>I'm<em>trapped</em>! Your...<em>kin</em>saw to that!" The drow exploded, gesturing. "I'm<em>marked</em>! I can't go<em>anywhere</em>without it being known. The Barrier traps me in a<em>very</em>limited area, and I'm<em>weak</em>by the standards of this realm. If I went back through one of the portals? Don't make me<em>laugh.</em>I'd be found even faster. I have<em>no</em>choices. You have choices. I do not. You have a future! Me? I know my future with crystal clarity. I'm going to sit here, in this miserable dump of a home, until I can't capture or trick some 'hero' into a trap. They'll figure out what I am, and then they'll kill me. At which point my soul will be<em>ripped out</em>and used as freaking<em>fuel</em>to make some magic item, most likely a fertility potion! What, in all the chain of creation, makes you think that I'm going to<em>set that off early</em>because you asked me to?!"