[center][h2][color=rosybrown][i]Willowa Turnas[/i][/color][/h2][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

She had expected an answer, whether a name or a dismissal of the Drow's close contact. Receiving neither had the Drow raising a brow, curious by the seeming effort to speak yet the stranger was lacking in a voice. Her initial instinct was to see her a potion to restore her voice....but such was not in her wares, and she doubted one with as...soft, a temperment as their fair creature would be able to meet her demands with any degree of ease. Brushed a thumb across Pandora's cheek, she returned the smile with an airy laugh. 

[color=rosybrown]"No name be required and no words spoken should you ever find yourself in need of my goods. I'm quite good with pantomime should the need arise."[/color] Willowa said, parting from her as the Oni and Rat returned, offering acknowledgement of her goods. That was swell, as she'd have felt rather put out if they hadn't noticed the pile  of still moaning wolfman lumped along the lagoon's shores. She might have even had a barbed comment to throw the rat's way about their own cowardice if it wasn't screeching about cats.

Certainly, there was a talking lion that had approached them, the area seeming to now team with escapees looking to gather their wits and might into a unified force, but the rat's focus was turned elsewhere. It was a given that everyone present was accostomed to the dark, but few were as naturally gifted as a Dark Elf, and with a direction provided by Rafiq she could pin point the crouched outline of a lascivious feline above the rocky crags. 

[color=rosybrown]"It seems we have even more waiting in the rafters. If only they'd come down before we left them to handle things on their lonesome!"[/color] Willowa barked sharply, eyes intent upon the poorly concealed feline who couldn't even think to keep her shapely rear end from poking out from behind the rocks. She could only keep so focused when the man of skull and shadow tried to direct her to round up survivors, a task she scoffed at with barely a glance. 

[color=rosybrown]"Sure, a few live, but I made sure they are in no condition to be of help to anyone, least of all themselves. If you are so desperate for cannon fodder, perhaps take the initiative with the next marauding patrol."[/color]