Serlya decided not to comment on the sheathed blade. "OK,<em>daunaen</em>," she said to her captive, "facedown on the floor, slowly, and hands behind your back where I can see them, or I will kill you. Someone get some rope, please. And you,<em>elfkrau</em>, how long will those others be out of it? Seconds, minutes, or hours?"