"I see I am not to die alone." Sagarath surveyed the crowd gathered to watch the festivities with a critical eye, then tucked a stray strand of hair back behind an elegantly tapering ear. No real surprise he was here - the obisdian hue of his skin and pale sapphire eyes marked him as anathema to most surfacers, despite the best efforts of the Cormanthyr drow worshipping Eilistrae. "And they left us with our arms and legs free. Milady, milord, do you think an escape might be effected under our own power?"