[Athilea Majiri]

She nodded, "I suppose that is my only way out of this...place." The Elf had wanted to say something much more degrading, but decided to bite her tongue. It was not something she would do ofter.

The expression on her face was one of annoyance, "The filthy shemlens took my bow." She did not care as much about the daggers as she did the bow. That weapon meant a great deal to her, and she would have it back. The expression on her face was enough to say that she did not care how she had to accomplish that.