(I don't have a problem with it. Then again I used a proxy to get there.)<br/><br/>Dinirahc blinked in slight surprise, so she was from the surface? His red eyes gleamed for a moment as he had a moment of nostalgia; the only thing he found himself missing from his time there was the moonlight. In the slave pens, things always calmed down at night and they were often open to teh sky so he was used to be the soothing silvery light of the moon.  He didn't know why but it felt like it soothed the chaos roiling in his spirit.  But he wasn't going to just let her walk out of her, there was always something for something. In offing the two drow warriors, he'd temporarily sated his thirst to kill (think Dexter-like) but now the seeing offering before him was different.  "What do you propose to offer me in exchange..." He growled in elven again.  "Best make it quick lest someone finds you here alone."<br/><br/>Dinirahc went to work thoroughly searching the dead warriors for anything he could make use of, sell or if magic: drain the charges from. He was aware of his spellfire ability and had experiemented a bit in the past to figure out his limitations; as a result: hew as always aware of how much he had and how much more he could take. It was kind of like a warm feeling inside that simply remained when your levels were steady.  He'd also pull any food they might hve on them off as well. (Officially taking 20 on this check)