It took quiet a long time for her hysterics to subside, nearly a half hour before her mind came back from the dark corner it had thrown itself into. Once back, she was exhausted, from the fear, and knew that he now owned her. She flinched when he spoke to her, calling her by that hated name, and the kin she had tried so hard to leave behind.<br/><br/>Listening to him speak, her hate for him grew, and she swore to destroy him for this very insult, not to even mention the others. Until he dropped the little fact that he had worked directly with her. Then the fear came back, nowhere near as strong, but still there, still trying to control her. She glanced at the box and saw a symbol that she wished she never would ever see again in her long life. A feeling of dread washed over her and she whispered, "Am I to be given back to my... kin, for another tricket?"<br/><br/>She continued to stare at the box, remembering that city that she had fled from, willing to die in the Underdark making a try for freedom, rather than be just another dead, nameless drow for the amusement of an evil goddess that never gave what they needed. She then looked at him, and asked one word, but on full of meaning, "Why?"