Though Joli's attempts at hiding didn't exactly go as planned perhaps, she managed to avoid notice perhaps by the sole virtue of her foes not being on the lookout for more trouble, seeming to have expected to already have dealt with the trouble that had come. The drow woman groaned somewhat while removing her outfit's top, the metal plates of her outfit protective of her heart, but the cut above her navel seeming to be hurting. Her bosom bare, but neither of the drow men daring to look at it, she handed a small jar to one of the men who began to spread ointment of some form over the still bleeding wound. Though the men were also wounded, it appeared the woman's health mattered far more than theirs.<br/><br/>Not in a rush to leave right away, they looked through the area, before one of the drow men spoke up in common. "I don't like coming this far. Are you sure of what you saw?" The dark-elf woman growled and spoke in turn. "That there was an elf sneaking around? Yes, for the thousandth time yes. Ask me again and I'll give you a trip to the torture room to learn to listen to your superiors." There was a brief, disgusted snort from the man that was now looking around, while the man applying the ointment little by little remained quiet.<br/><br/>"You aren't noblewoman, you may be a healer but I am nobility. I respect your abilities, but I don't bow down to you. I bow to the women above me, and frankly, I still give commands here." There was a glare from the woman who shook her head annoyed. "Only because the noblewoman lies dead. I would love to see what your House will do to you for that. Allowing a precious daughter get shanked from behind by a goblin? Tch."<br/><br/>They didn't seem too keen on one another, but the previously quiet man stood up and cleared his throat at the time. "All done mistress. May I take care of our wounds now?" He asked holding the jar, earning a nod from the drow woman. The man continued to apply the ointment on himself and then the drow nobleman for a bit, before setting the jar down on the dead cave bear.<br/><br/>"We should take her back." He said a bit awkward. "Dead is dead." The nobleman remarked, but his words were answered by a whipcrack. The drow woman still alive glaring at him. "We leave with her. Goblins will not have the satisfaction of knowing they killed even one of us. Next time they think of daring to mount a troop this close to our warehouses, they'll remember how their squad was slaughtered to the last man. Collect their ears, and we'll be off."<br/><br/>The macabre show got its end soon enough, with the drow leaving, the two men carrying their dead as the woman lead the way. The fallen goblins left behind, the drow taking an exit from the room. Forgetting the jar of ointment behind.