Joel moved with some sort of purpose for the first time in a long time. Instead of the winding path that led to no where fast, Joel moved directly towards his destination. His pace was not a half shuffling crawl, instead it was a honest walk that carried him the few hours of travel that he had planned. He was returning to the hermit that brought him back, for a tool he was sure the old man could make. Something that would allow him to better control and transport his assassin without risk or being slowed down. It would have to be magic, but the fact he was alive and his arm was more than just a simple prosthetic ensured him that the old man could succeed in this creation.<br/><br/>He did not even have to knock upon arriving at his shack. The door was being opened just as he got within a yard of it. The hermit shambling away back towards his seat next to the fire. On that small stool that he sat upon when Joel first awoke was an item made of obsidian and black onyx. Simple yet solid, with a touch of a elegance just barely outside of a peasant's grasp. Etched along the obsidian and around the inserted onyx, runes and intricate carvings wrapped around the entirety of the collar. The old man did not say a word and simply handed it to Joel. But again, the item was magical. The moment it touched the accursed limb, Joel was frozen to the spot, moving only due to the hermit shoving him out of the small shack. A.... instinct told Joel what he needed to about the collar. One Onyx dictated the sound the wearer would produce. One dictated whether the wearer would be active or not. A third had stored a regenerating bolt of lightning, able to be called upon for conditioning. A fourth dictated a distance the wearer could be from the accursed limb's owner. A fifth removes the ability of the wearer to attack the owner. The Stone will meld only once when the accursed limb applied a current, and then it would seal around the wearer. When Joel came to again, he proved to be a bit more animated. His gait coming off as clearly unnatural and unsettling as he began to hurry back. A smile played across the dead knight's face as he rushed through the woods. The collar was more than what he needed, but it was certainly exactly what was required.<br/><br/>After another few hours, Joel was finally back to the cave, choosing to actually pull down the assassin's gear before moving the stone out of the way. He moved in purposefully, nearly tripping over the untouched ration. But that was not his concern. Tossing Elena's stuff next to his own, Joel moved towards the woman herself. A faint smell of rain and the crackling of ozone soon filled the cave as Joel loomed behind Elena, the horrible prosthetic moving towards her neck while his other hand moved to latch onto her head and hair, to keep her still. There was a shock, a small one, moving through the obsidian to Elena's skin when the stone touched. But instead of resistance, the stone was pushed aside by her flesh, moving like mud instead of stone as it shifted around her until the thin bit of stone and jewelry encircled her neck. It was heavier than it looked, as if the added weight was to always remind the wearer of their situation.<br/><br/>As the smell and sound began to fade from the cave, Joel released Elena as well as the collar. But the fallen knight was not done there. Sliding the knife he had taken from her out from under his gauntlet, he brought it down her form. It slid across her ass, more as a taunt than anything, before finally reaching their destination and slicing through the ropes that bound her. The blade then trailed back up her body, once again taunting her this time by the cold steel running between her supple ass cheeks, before arriving at her arms and freeing her of those binds as well. "<i>Vrossroac</i>," was the only word spoken by Joel, and the word of another language served as the trigger for the collar's primary functions, as the onyx all lit up at once with this dim, low... half light glow. After a moment, they all faded, save for one, which simply lowered in brightness a bit further.