...because we need a different title

-a million things raced through the drow's head as she was bound and set with Annabella and Ulrich in front of the elves.

Where had Thomas gone? Certainly he wouldn't have cut and run. At least, she had hoped not.

A long ear preened in the dirction of Ulrich's voice as he spoke out and explained himself, those amber eyes watching as usual, all around her. And why did it have to be wood elves? First drow, now wood elves. Well, at least they weren't using her as a piniata...but still.

Annabella spoke, and her gaze and attention shifted in her direction as well. And then, then it was her turn. Every wary eye was on the odd drowess, weapons were toyed with absently and the scrutinizing gaze of the "leader" looked her way.

She sat up right, and chose each word carefully so as to not be misunderstood.

"I was attacked within the woods. They were kind enough to help, and offered assistance with quest."

A brief moment of puzzlement crossed over her face as she wondered if quest was a correct word, but all in all she made sure to speak at a reasonable pace and to enunciate to the best of her ability.