"Be careful!" Achkby shouts in a hoarse whisper. "Even though the other drow have retreated, it could still be a trap!"
He shakes his head, and starts awkwardly clambering down the terraces. "This is insane. Bloody dwarves and their racism," he mutters under his breath.
He stops half of the way down, with his sling drawn, and looks around for anything unfriendly.