A frown crossed her features as she watched the human's confused expression, then the flicker of fear that crossed his eyes as he truly heard what she said. Her keen sense of hearing picked up his breathy words and her lips puckered. Like any typical human, this one was afraid of her. She knew before she even stepped out into the light that the humans above would fear her. She had expected it, longed for it. Within the black tunnels of the Underdark, she was a common sight. She was no different than any other assassin trained within the families. She was to play the hand of justice, the executioner of their enemies while her mother played her little games of politics. But Serphia grew weary of it! She was sick of all the dreadful politics the families played. Sick of constantly having to peek at her shadow, lest another assassin drive a dagger between her shoulder blades. 

It grew so tiring after doing it her whole life. She heard of the tales of other drow finding their way to the surface and making their own living there. She craved that, away from the chaos of her mother's control. She even went as far as to cut her hair short as a final display towards her mother. Using the very dagger that took many lives in her mother's name,  she severed her connection. With a mighty swipe, her long braid fell to the floor before she turned from her enraged mother and left her family home for the last time. Not a single tear was shed that day for her removal from her familiar bonds, only plans to train another assassin. For that was all she ever was in her mother's eyes, a tool to keep her power secure. 

So why now did she find it so distasteful for the human to be fearful of her. Perhaps she had hoped a common criminal would not hold her in such regard. However, as he spoke to her, she found his voice smooth, cultured and not at all what she had expected. He had a way of using his words in an educated manner, reminding her quite a bit of her mother and the other matriarchs of Underdark. So, he wasn't just a common, petty thief after all. Perhaps this conversation would turn more interesting. 

“I've been here for half a day, at most. They captured me after I severed the hand of a noble's son. Humans seem to dislike violence as punishment towards each other.” She droned matter-of-factly. She hummed deeply in her throat, thinking of how the foolish boy would have had his throat slit the moment he laid hands on her if she was back home. She truly thought she was bestowing mercy upon the man. After all, being treated like a lowly concubine would have resulted in torture then death by any of the other families’ hands. Humans have far different rules than what she had spent her life following. It would take her more time to get used to them and finally follow along. 

Her eyes flashed in the darkness as if in response to his question of her race. She watched him a moment before she shifted lightly. “I am.” She said as she peered back at him once more. “You are human, yes?” She asked in retort. She normally would not get so hot and bothered by a simple question she had answered time and time again, but her uncomfortable position and numb limbs were making her a bit more unwelcome to obvious questions. She had not figured that he could not see her as easily as she could him. Humans did not have darkvision naturally, after all. 

She lingered there a moment in silence as she attempted to figure out how to better continue their conversation when she heard a quiet shuffling off in the distance. It sounded very much like the sound of stone or something hard scraping against tough fabric. Had Arloke finally awakened and was seeking her out? 

It would not seem luck was on her side, however, as a guard stepped up into their hallway, carrying a torch and peering down into the dark. He scanned their cells before stepping back out, casting them back into the meager light of the dungeon. She huffed lightly as she watched the man go, disappointed splattered on her face. It was just the changing of the guard. The sun must have surely set by then if the guards were rotating. That could only mean Arloke would surely be waking soon if he wasn't awake already. She hoped he wasn't getting lost in this forsaken place. 

She pushed her tongue against her teeth and release a loud, shrill whistle that echoed off the stone walls and reverberated down the halls before finally ending in silence. Her little spider friend should, no doubt, hear that call. It would only be a matter of time before he found her now.