Lissa, rogue

Lissa whirls around and glares at Thokk as the arrow goes whizzing by. "You stone-headed fool!", she hisses in an irate whisper. "Think! If we rescued him, he just might be grateful enough to guide us! Baravar knows we could use a native guide! Sure, he's a member of an evil race, but that's what we've got Sedryn for." The gnome points a gray-gloved finger at the cleric. "For all we know, the fellow down there is getting tortured for not being evil. At the very least, we should have our resident cleric make sure... if the drow lives." Lissa shakes her head and turns away. "Dwarves. Gods, give me strength."