Straw was quick to re-light the lantern. Though he'd been in business with these slavers for a good long while, he still felt better when he could see them. He knew the stories about how putting trust in a Drow was asking for a knife in your back as well as anyone else. As the wick caught the flame and bathed the tunnel in light again, he found Rhyldaer disturbingly close. 

"These three are young and healthy. Should be worth at least 10 crowns a piece," Straw started.

"They might fetch 10 at market. I can give you 4 crowns each," Rhyldaer countered. 

"Surely, being trained in swordplay increases their value..."

Haelerin didn't bother to listen to the dickering over price, figuring the two would eventually settle on maybe 6 or 7 gold pieces for each slave. He pulled a length of rope from his pouch and knelt down next to the archer, pulling her arms behind her back and binding her wrists tightly. He worked quickly, being well practiced at the task of securing prisoners. Leaving the girl, he moved toward the male, intending to bind his hands as well. Couldn't have him waking up and taking off, after all.