The sky gradually got darker.
Dark Blade-Andri's face was not very pleasant when he came out of the hall. The Drow Warriors he had brought here had all been settled in another residence, and someone had been waiting for him when he got back. These Drows did not seem to be completely at ease towards Soran. They were still armed after settling down and were just waiting quietly for their leader's return. Drows were intelligent creatures who held everything with suspicions. They could hardly trust other people within a short amount of time.
"How was it?"
A younger-looking Drow Warrior stood up and asked: "Lord Dark Blade! What did his Excellency say?"
