The drow woman hesitates, a flicker of fear flying across her eyes before she settles herself down. I want to punish . . .the disobedience. The betrayal. She fumes, Give me just one of them, dear sister. Just one to show them how much I appreciate that they've brought you back alive. She nods, and I promise my mind will be at ease when you give me orders.
Nymeria looks over the party, and casually points to Lucan. Talia simply grabs the man by the neck and drags him out through the door, heading for her chambers and the torture lounge you all know is in there. There's a fairly good chance you won't be seeing him again.
Well now, says Nymeria, turning back to the remaining four party members, that turned out quite well, wouldn't you say? She grins mischievously, and you four do realize that you ARE going to do every single thing I say, and not betray me, or else your lives are forfeit? Yes . . . for starters, let's forget about that other creature you killed in the dragon's lair, shall we? She turns her gaze to Jil, and other past crimes . . .
She moves back to the door, I'll be sending someone else along to work with you soon enough. But you must be tired, and so full of questions. I'd recommend not asking them aloud. Come meet me at my quarters tomorrow at dawn. And try to stay out of Tailen's way. I'd hate to see such a useful set of tools get damaged. I already sacrificed one to preserve the rest of you four.
And at that, her demeanor changes completely. As she opens the door, a snarl passes over her face, and she trudges down the corridor in a foul mood. You manage to see her slamming a passing servant against the wall with an errant backhand before she turns the corner. You've seen her act similarly plenty of times before you left for your first mission.
The remaining four of you are left alone in the room. No one brought up the sword at all. Probably because the Namyria you saw had one that looked very similar to the original.