Allyria frowns, peering into the room, her eyes already adjusted to the darkness. She had turned away the minute she saw the elven zombie stripping down to bathe, though some part of her was wondering what it would like to not be covered in dust and dungeon grime. With the ogre's request for parsley, she decided to stay back in the shadows. From what she could remember, most other monsters didn't care much for drow, and she certainly didn't want to get bashed for looking like something she really wasn't.
"You have powerful magic. So I respect you now. I not crush you like tiny ants. I can crush giant ants too though." says the ogre. He looks around as John reappears. "I'm sorry I break your face so much."
John looks at the others "So is it ok if we continue talking after I get my clothes on... If not then I'll talk naked." John cautiously moves to his clothes not wanting to anger the ogre that almost killed him with one him.