A drow woman finds this man atop the hill, her dear friend, on the edge. She begs, pleads, with him to calm himself. The man refuses.
Casting is heard, the shuffling of battle, a sword meeting a shield, then bright lights.
After a time the noise subsides. The woman stands over the man, having fought him until he lay unconscious. Others join her soon, and they carry him deep into the forest.
The male drow is not seen again for some time.