"Hey now! That's a good question, Psilo." mentioned Sharky, "Where are we going once we arrive in town?"
Psilo smiled at Sharky, "I need to find a seamstress." Silence stuck the men like a death blow. Sharky half-cocked his head; not quite the answer he was looking for. The other three Drow soldiers looked at Psilo with a stupid expression on thier face.
"Um, beg ya pardon, but did you say a seamstress?" Lockjaw said, looking around at the others. "Oh, heh, ha, ha! I get it, you want to buy the misses a dress or something, right? Heh, heh... For a minute there I thought..." Sharky concluded.
Psilo shook his head, "No I don't want to buy a dress. I want to find a seamstress to sew together a flag. More specifically, a battle flag. I figure that since there will be a battle soon, I am honor bound to carry the traditional flag of war as held by my people for generations. As soldiers, I'm sure you can appreciate the importance of having a battle flag representing your regiment."
The Dark Elves nodded slowly, trying to make since of Psilo's request.
"And then we can hit the pubs!" Quickill added, breaking the silence. "Yeah!!" the others joined and started to make their way to the gates.
