Only two drow males guarded the door. She dispatched them quickly, silently, plucking the keys from one's hand as he fell. Nonchalantly, she fit the key to the lock, turning it deftly and swinging the door open on silent hinges. The sight that greeted her and the two humans was terrible.

She had not reentered the room since the Do'Urden had first been captured, refusing to look the unlucky drow in the eye or to join in the almost light-hearted torture that her siblings had participated in. In some ways, she wished she had joined them, maybe she could have used her sharp tongue to talk them out of most of their tortures. His body was beaten and bloody, and arm mangled and one eye swollen shut among the various slashes and bruised that crisscrossed his handsome face. A small dart protruded from his abdomen, and from the colors that marked the end, she could quickly guess what poison coursed through his veins. She had used it many times herself for the targets that the Matron wished she spend more time on.She crossed the room quickly and snatched the dart from the quivering drow's body. With a snort of disgust, she tossed it into a dark corner then began to unlock the shackled that bound the drow to the wall.

With a grunt, Drizzt slumped the the ground, Cattie-brie sprang forward to catch him as Entreri pulled the mask from his face and deposited it in a pouch. He looked inquisitively at Zie'la. "How are we going to drag him through the tunnels?" He asked. "I sure as hell am not going to carry him, and it doesn't look like he can walk."

"We're not leaving him," was Cattie-brie's vehement reply before Zie'la could utter a word.

"Shut up," She snapped, turning to the lone shelf against the far wall. She grabbed one of four glass bottles of murky liquid from the wall, pulled of the cork, and sniffed it. "Praise the damn Lady," she breathed, crouching by Drizzt and turning the bottle to his lips. "What is that?" The human woman asked suspiciously, blocking Zie'la's hand briefly. She shot her a look of pure poison. "Potion," Drizzt weezed quietly, so low and hoarse even Zie'la's drow ears could barely hear it. She could hear his breath catching in pain, rattling ominously in his lungs.Cattie-brie removed her hand. "Bottom's up," Zie'la murmmered, emptying the entire bottle into the drow's mouth. She shifted her body a bit to take Drizzt's weight, freeing Cattie-brie. "Grab the other four," she commanded of the human woman. She nodded as Entreri took up position by the door.

With each bottle, Drizzt's eyes cleared and focused, his wounds closed, the intense pain of the poison left his face, his breathing returned to normal, and the deathly rattle in his throat stopped. Zie'la helped him sit upright, then relinquished her spot willingly to an exzuberant Cattie-brie. She joined Entreri at the door and fidgeted impatiently, drawing a wedge shaped knife and her stilletto in anticipation. Entreri, seeing her move, pulled his dagger and sword. "Trouble?" He asked quietly. "More than likely." Behind her, Drizzt hailed her angrily. She sighed, rolled her eyes, and turned toward him. "What are they giving you to help them, Baenre?" He spat vehemently. "What promises have you made? What lies have you told them?" Her eyes narrowed, bored into his. "Nothing, you idiot Do'Urden. What could two captured humans possibly promise or pay me that I would accept?" She spat. He advanced toward her as she tensed. "You expect me to believe a Baenre daughter, an assassin, would willingly help two humans rescue your mother's prisoner? Do you think me stupid? I know what it is you want," She laughed. "I care little for what you think or believe, Do'Urden, as for what you know of me, how could you, as you've only met me once, under extremely unfavorable conditions I might add. Let me remind you, it was I who tried to save you from the illithid."

The two humans watched them curiously, unable to understand to rapid conversation in the drow language. Cattie-brie began to step forward, but Drizzt waved her briefly away. Her last sentence gave him pause to think, though after a moment he continued his interogation. "You help us only to get close to Bruenor, so you can full fill the job given to you by your Matron,"Drizzt seethed, shocking Zie'la. Truthfully, that thought had never occured to her; not that she would have used this as an opportunity. For a moment, she simply stared at him, unable to express the words she felt swirling around her mind. "No," she began haughtingly. "I do this for...escape, nothing else. Not to finish a job, nor to set a trap, not even to capture you for myself, Do'Urden. I do this only for me...and, I suppose, for you as well, but you won't find me admitting it to anyone else." Drizzt looked stunned, then a smile widened on his face, and, reaching out, clasped hands with her. "I believe you and I will make a wonderful team." Behind them came shrill laughter and all four whirled toward the sound. Three Baenre sisters, Vendes and her wicked snake-headed rope in the middle stood in the hallway, watching the four with a viscious gleam in their eye. "Do'Urden, I sincerely doubt either one of you will live long enough to find out."