"Actually, kinda worriede she wuz messin' withe mine..." Neit tried to pass it off as a joke, but as usual, she really sounded more like a spiteful drunk. "You wille tell me ife I'm actin' out of my minde, won'cha?..."
"-And, naw. Bein' all freindly with the Faernsengers will keep the others offe our backs for nowe anyhow. Ife we just offed an Illhares randomly on our own, they'd turn us inside oute." Her hands prepared a new harsh brew for the both of them, so well practiced that she didn't even have to look whilst she was doing it. "Plus Avernus has so many empty towns ripe for the pickin', thate ite coulde be a good place for us ta set up shop, huh?"
Of course by 'empty' she really meant 'not run by Drow at the minute'. But that was the same thing, right?