Nay, Mistress; only that these louts have carelessly placed you in danger, they should be chastized; whipped into learning to be more careful. The Ice Mistress tells me that the woes of stupidity is pain; I dont understand, but I hear this male drow bellyaching about his wounds; gifts from the mistress for him to learn to be more wise in his dealings.
But this dwarf and this explosion; this gas that burns my eyes; I am do dim in understanding to learn from this; what can it mean. I see no fault of ours; but then, look at you; uninjured; you must be wise; Our Mistress blesses us for I too am uninjured.
now they pester lol about; hardly a concern for each other; a pack of vermin when they should be wolves.
you must guide them my Mistress; guide them and decide; do we go right or do we go left? The Dwarf comes from the right; perhaps he can tell of that direction.