Max looked at the drow trapped within the roots and moss of Dorian's spiders.
Green plants covered her arms, legs, and part of her torso, holding her immobilized against the floor.
"Dorian, keep hold of her in case she tries anything strange."
Thara glared at them with obvious irritation.
Max crouched beside her and grabbed the roots that still covered her mouth.
"This is going to hurt a little."
He pulled.
"Mgh!"
The drow turned her head and spat onto the floor.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Giving you a chance to explain a lot of things."
"I don't owe you any explanations."
Dorian crossed his arms.
"Now isn't the time to complain."
The elf gestured around them.
"We're trapped in a Mirror Dimension full of monsters, giant cavemen, and murderous androids. I think we're well past the stage of formalities."
Max nodded.
"What are you doing in here?"
"And more importantly," Dorian added, "how did you get here?"
Thara stared at them in silence.
