Cyriana glanced at Straw and shrugged her shoulders while ignoring the little, sardonic whispers in the back of her head about distrust. "No need to be nervous. I'm sure there aren't any drow this far south." 

The pale elf glanced at Calvin as a slightly amused expression appeared on her face. "I did give them some parting words in their own language. Though I refuse to repeat them. It is enough to have the voice of an anc-" Hastily the woman shook her head and began walking more briskly.