15-20 (Good)

You manage to draw the attention of three of spiders away from your party, Fighter engages the remaining two.

Three magic missiles zip past you and hit one of the spiders, rendering it lifeless.

You block venomous fangs and shots of web with your shield, as Fighter shouts a victory cry, having dispatched one of the two spiders he was fighting, the golden light of one of Cleric's healing spells still lingering on his shape.

The drow screams in rage and cracks her whip, calling the remaining three Spiders to order. She herself now joins the fray, knocking Fighter to the ground with a vicious kick to the head.

The other spider, that Fighter was holding off until now, shoots a strand of web onto Wizards mouth, sealing his words and spells shut.

The drow's whip cracks forward and around clerics kneck, pulling him to the ground.

As soon as she entered the battle, the tables turned quick. Wizard, Fighter and Cleric are out of commission, Rogue is nowhere to be seen, Druid is currently getting kicked to the ground by the furious drow, and all three of the remaining spiders are steadily whittling away at your resilience.

In the end, you all have been defeated, but there is something new about the way the drow treats you, compared to the way she was adressing you and the group earlier. Respect maybe?

Or maybe not, you think, as she produces an outrageous looking purple ballgag, which she now forces info your mouth before you can even bring out any words of indignation, fastening it behind your head with a black leather strap.

You all have to dress down to your undergarments, your hands bound by spider silk, as she leads you single file and further into the Underdark.