“Raina.” Katrina acknowledged the elf with a nod and the smiled, “Some people take one too many knocks to the head.” She was about to say more when the arrival of a Drow man and a Drow woman interrupted her.<br/><br/>“Katrina. Archer.” Katrina smiled and indicated her present state with her hands. “Without anything useful I am afraid.” She frowned though at Talen’s following words. “Why would he need the help of prisoners? If he had the ability to leave then surely he would have already done a runner. Maybe he is not being entirely truthful with you.”<br/><br/>About to say something further Katrina stopped and looked at Luna in bafflement. “We are in a cell, weaponless and I presume magic does not work, with captors about to do the Gods only know what. And our hope is that a Drow who appears to be on the other side is going to help us. No offense Talen but the Drow are not exactly noted for being helpful or honest with other races.<br/>And yet you think this is good, I would hate to see what you consider a bad position.”<br/>