Talen sighs, and looks again at Narlros, for a long moment, full of consideration.  Finally she says.  "Dos, vel'uss ph' natha drada class, xal tangis' rothe class 'citizen' d' udossta society... uss vel'uss frequents l' tar'annen d' Eroln wun folt natha valyr 'zil ulu inbal ulu veldri l' deeds dal mina?  Dos joros uns'aa nindel?  Usstan muth udossta lodias' seke heritage.  Drill dos xuat joros uns'aa whol conversion... dos ssinssrin rescue.  Ves al.  Usstan orn xxizz dos ssuth nindol k'lar 'zil dos xxizz uns'aa.  Drill talinth p'los dos morfeth folt natha statement 'sohna.  Ol 'udtila dosst brain nau credit."<br/><br/>She does not look disdainfully at him, rather a mix of entreaty and frustration.  She pauses, then reaches for the robe to begin to dress herself, saying.  "Nin, xun vel'bol dos orn xor z'klaen, t'yin yutsu uns'aa ulu nindyn abbanen."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Drow</div><div class="spoiler_body">You, who are a second class, perhaps even slave class 'citizen' of our society... one who frequents the company of Orcs in such a manner as to have to hide the deeds from them?  You ask me that? I found our people's true heritage.  But you don't ask me for conversion... you want rescue.  Very well.  I will help you escape this place as you help me.  But think before you make such a statement again.  It does your brain no credit.<br/><br/>Now, do what you will or must, then return me to those allies.</div></div>