"I am Lady Kirriam of Yarfell," she answered, drawing herself up and patting her nervous horse to soothe it. "I am searching for my brother, Lord Tolan, the High Councillor. He rode off into your camp without a royal escort, and I am here to assure that he is well and that nothing has happened to him. Have you seen him?"
"No, I haven't!" said Skull matter of factly, "But I have heard that he is here in our camp, meeting with our Captain in some high level negotiations of some sort! Captain Irzen wishes not to be disturbed until these negotiations conclude and I am inclined to oblige him! You understand, don't you?"
All of the Drow smiled with mischievous smirks, never keeping their eyes off of Lady Kirriam nor lowering their hand-held crossbows.
"However, I'm afraid that you are going to have to join us as a prisoner of war until such time as our Captain deems otherwise!" concluded Skull in a very serious voice, "You see, mercenary protocol dictates that any trespassers into our territory be detained and released only upon the recognizance of our leader!"
The Dark Elf continued, "Lord Tolan's presence was anticipated and orders were issued to accomodate him in every way! However YOUR presence was unanticipated and as you are most certainly a trespasser, you could also be a spy! So until our Captain dictates differently, you will be held in our camp until he decides what to do with you! Security is our primary concern, I hope you understand."
