The seasoned drow sargtlin had been keeping tabs on the elven village for a few weeks now. He had been watching from the woods. From time to time search parties had sensed his presence but it didn't matter. He could easily slip away. He enjoyed the childish game of "cat and mouse". He was the cat and he was just toying with the foolish elves, the mice.
Lately, the elves had been actively tracking the sargtlin on his scouting trips. This also did not disturb the drow. He had more than one means of avoiding the pesky elves and their lackeys.
"Let them know i'm here." "They'll feel the presence of my poisoned darts soon enough"
He reflected on the encounter with the succubus and the dart he aimed at her. She too will learn...
The drow sargtlin had been teamed up with other drow in his scouting forays. Last eve, he returned later in the eve with another drow. Verin was his name. He was masterfully skilled in the art of avoidance. He proved a reliable partner in the past.
The two watched as a foolishly young drow mage was captured by the elves. A mage, scouting!?! Unbelievable!
"What a fool!" "Now i'll have to rescue the wretch." "I should just let the elves have their way with him, but i can not allow him to reveal any hint of our plans or reasons for being here." "I'll slit his throat myself."
With that said, he started devising a plan. He would need help. He was sure Verin and a few others would pitch in. Perhaps it's time the elves finally did learn part of the reason they were on the surface. One thing he was sure of, was that the green grass would soon be stained Crimson.
Weary of the eve's events, the drow slipped back deep into the woods to the small cave he had been using as a temporary lair.