The few Drow glanced at each other and pulled down their hoods.
They put away their weapons, lowered their heads, and said, "Our deepest apologies. We were in too much of a hurry and didn't assess the situation clearly, which led to this misunderstanding."
Exhausted, Colin collapsed to the ground again.
He gave a weak wave of his hand in response.
The leader among the Drow stepped forward and pulled off his hood.
He was a Drow with short, silver hair. Like most Drow, he was handsome, with features that held an unnerving aggressiveness.
He wore Drow-style Leather Armor with a Scimitar hanging at his waist. A single glance was enough to tell he was a powerful, battle-hardened Warrior.
The Drow spoke in a rather neutral voice. "The underground is too dangerous, so none of our Priests are here. All we have are two Healing Potions. I'm afraid most of your injuries will have to be treated with bandages and ointments for now."
