As Tarinyon has finished his orders, he awaits for travelling forth.

Tarinyon follows the others, accompanied by his new "friends". As he reaches the rooms with the humans he looks quite disgusted.

"Bah, dirty rivvil. Let us just slay them and add them to my undead troop."

Tarinyon focuses at the fleeing drow and recitates some words drow tongue. A green ray bursts out of his hand and goes into the direction of the derro.

Tarinyon screams as the bolt hits his body. He feels the poison running through his veins. But instead of suffering, he gets even angrier. He put one of his hands on his robe and takes a bone out of it. Then he throws it onto the bridge and shouts some weird words in Abyssal.
Within red and yellow smog the degenerated figure of a ghast appears.

Tarinyon finished his scribbling and stands up. Then he approaches the other partymembers.
"I think we should kill the derros and then revive them. They can be of use for us best as dead soldiers. L'alurl derro zhah elghinyrr derro. (The best derro is a dead derro.)", he says in drow tongue.

Tarinyon is very pleased by the skeleticed creatures. Maybe he could take command over them? But now he had to await orders of the yathrin. There would be enough time for this later on.

All the way down, Tarinyon was fascinated by the skeletons on the ground. Now he sees his chance.

"Shall I awake them, yathrin? I think the undead creatures would make up excellent allies if there should be a fight."

Tarinyon prefered speaking Drow tongue, because he didn't want to hear the lesser folk of other races in the party, what he said.

All things I scribe like this are in Drow tongue. If I use Drow signs, I will mark it. Everything else is Undercommon.