Adriac looked up and shook the hand. "Adriac Veras, my past is no man's business," he said, almost cruelly. "I haven't bothered to look over your notes, I know all about the Red Mask Terror," he started, "do you know what the Black Masks are?" he asked inquisitively. It would not do for his new ally to not know the nature of his foes. Adriac was ready to be on the move, and wished they could get out of this dreadful place before nightfall, but people were surely on the lookout for anything suspicious, and a Drow was as suspicious as it would get.
In his right hand he was twisting a small gem that was glowing. If he could contact his brother in arms, Llivendias, he would have a better chance of survival.
The Black Masks waited in silence for the sun to set and to begin the journey to Noerdal. Whether the Drow was there or not, the trail would begin there.