The Drow and the Druid made their way through the woods, west, until they reached a tunnel entrance. There they sleep for the rest of the night, until the Drow awoke and left the Druid, telling her that she would return with the rest of their friends. She traveled through most of the day until she reached the party, just after sundown, and then she waited. Once the Paladin was on watch, she yet again snuck behind him and put him to sleep, then dragging him off into the woods. However, minutes later the Paladin, and not the Drow, came back to the camp. He woke up the Cleric and Wizard, telling them that he had spoken with the Drow.
She told him that she had taken the Druid the night before, at her own will, and led her into a tunnel that would lead them directly to Bloodclaw. The others moved at this news and they started traveling westward, eventually reaching the formentioned tunnel. They entered and met up with the Druid. The Cleric seemed restless and at one point questioned his Prince of his current decision to trust the Drow, though his thoughts were quickly put to rest with a few strong words from the Paladin. It is at this point that they entered into Bloodclaw's throne room and here that I would wait.
Eventually, the Drow came back and everything made sense. I could even smell the hint of blood on her hands now. While the door was open, I could hear the chaos of battle. Bloodclaw seemed to have just joined the fight, while already two of his soldiers had fallen. Though another one as well...The Cleric. However, in his place it seems that the hidden one has finally come out of the shadows. He said that there was something familiar with his scent, and now it is begining to make sense. The Drow quickly makes her way back up the tunnel and into the fray of battle once again.
For now, I will leave them to their own demise. My business is with the Prince.