"Oh yes. Broke the neck of two of them before the rest of our adventuring troupe got there to back me up. Noticed that they really dislike bright light. Admittedly we outnumbered them, but it wasn't an easy fight. They like to use poisoned weapons..." Cyriana spat on the ground and shook her head. "I'm not sure why there was a group of 6 Drow above ground anyways... maybe they were scouts or something..." The elf glanced at Calvin and nodded "Yes, they do have underground cities - the names of which I will not repeat because it might bring bad luck on us." She smiled sheepishly "Admittedly I could probably hold a conversation in their foul language - you see my father was a scholar and had this nearly unnerving fascination on all sorts of cultures. Learned a thing or two from him, but what are the odds I'd have to chat with a drow, right?" She tilted her head slightly and giggled.