She shrugs expressively, and pushes her bound wrists to him, saying. "Ji, vel'bol nin?  Vel'bol's l' robe whol... xor ph' dos aluin ulu sut ussta rahi?"<br/><br/>Looking at him, she adds, "Wun l' Streeatul... orn gaer tlu sarolen?  Ka ji, Usstan kl'ae natha Fa'la zatoast killian lu' kulggen, lu' l' darthirii kl'aen natha verve killian..."<br/><br/>Then she looks at the bed she's sitting on, and back, speculatively, at Narlos, her eyes dark.  "Ji, lu'oh verve xun udos inbal p'los Dorn tlu ssinssrinil wun l' streeatul?"<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Drow</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Ok, what now?  What's the robe  for... or are you going to release my hands?"<br/><br/>"In the Arena... will there be weapons?  If so, I use a Bastard sword and shield, and the elf uses a long sword..."<br/><br/><br/>"So, how long do we have before I'll be needed in the arena?"<br/><br/></div></div>