Looking at the approaching Drow, Zak felt a chilling terror grab her heart-- she hadn't seen so many since that time in the Underdark, and it was hard not to recollect the experience. Still, she put on a defiant face and straightened her crumpled sari self-consciously. "My Dear Little Sister," she said sweetly to War Scribe, "So anxious to get me healed? I didn't know you cared so...." She didn't spit out what she was REALLY thinking- that War Scribe couldn't kill her herself, but would certainly enjoy watching what a bunch of Drow would do to her....perhaps she would set a NEW record, and hit a third death in the same day...?
"Well, of course I care about you, Zaki!" replied War Scribe somewhat compassionately, patting the Lorekeeper on the head. "That's why I brought you here! But don't worry about anything! Doc's going to patch you up and I'm going to go back to the Palace and get your book from that twisted old man! I'll be back in a heartbeat!"
And with that, the Drow Chronicler disappeared again, leaving Zakiyah alone and surrounded by a small army of Dark Elven Warriors.
