The Dark Elves thankfully obeyed without hesitance, as anything else would have tried Minas' already razor thin patience. She followed as they lead her inside, her magical carpet rolling itself further so that her feet never touched the castle floors.<br/><br/>Ranuk and Goshnar followed, always flanking the fox, but several more demons hurriedly joined the little party. One was a pitch black serpent man with a long body, neck and tail, his limbs spindly and thin. A crown of spines jutted out from the top of his flat, snake head while his human like hands were adorned with long, delicate talons. Beside him was a gangly amphinian, a green faced, red cheeked frog head sat upon a short, portly torso sat upon long stilt like legs and paddle like feet. They slapped wetly upon the floor as he walked but left no wet marks on the stone. Taking up the rear was a squat turtle man carrying an impressively large wooden box lashed onto his round shell with thick ropes.<br/><br/>The others took curious note of their surroundings (and all got quite an eyeful of the<i>female </i>elven gaurds) but Minas did not. She could have followed the smell of sickness to its source on her own had she been so inclined, the halls and the room they were shone to stank of it. Minas' nose curled at the sight of the little creature wasting away in her bed, stricken with the aptly named disease. If she had been any less important the fox would have merely killed the thing outright, already so close to death's door. It was a sobering thought to know the demons fate relied solely on such a fragile life.<br/><br/>Minas of course knew how to reverse its affects completely. It was a magical infliction and the fox was born of magic, the wild, chaotic forces thrumming through the very marrow of her bones. She touched the ashy brow of the princess and their point of contact began to glow a glimmering white. If Minas wanted to she could have healed the she-elf then and there, restored her immediately to her original vigor, but Minas did not feel so charitable.<br/><br/>She pulled the princess away from the brink of death and no more. Still, it was an inconceivable change. The Wasting Death literally atrophied the body, the limbs became stiff, joints locked as the muscles hardened into dry leather and the organs shrunk and shriveled like fruit left out in the sun. At the last stages the blood became tar, a black oozing sludge that began to weep from their eyes and mouth. At the end, the corpses were little more than withered mummies.<br/><br/>The princess already had traces of the black tears crusting the corners of her jaundiced eyes. Another week and she would have been beyond even Minas' reach. Luckily then that the fox had arrived in time.<br/><br/>The dark elf maiden began to change as magic flowed through her frail body. Her dry, cracked skin mended itself, the crusted blackened sores closing and flesh morphing into something smoother and plumper, no longer stretched over her bones so tightly that it might split along the sharp edges. Her wheezing, dying breaths deepened, no longer rattling with decayed dust in her lungs.<br/><br/>She was still very sickly looking when Minas was done, but she was closer to a body than a corpse and the difference was significant. The fox mother then took a step back.<br/><br/>"Illisun," she said, and the frog man jumped into action as that was his name.<br/><br/>Illisun and the turtle came around to the other side of the bed. The turtle then turned and sat upon the floor, a perfect height for the frog to access the box on his back. It was revealed to be a medicine cabinet, and Illisun's long fingers made quick work of making up a concoction of herbs and oils in an earthenware cup. He then took out a device that resembled a needle attached to a glass vial with a plunger at the end.<br/><br/>He sucked up the murky liquid from the cup with the device, and then with practiced ease stabbed the needle in the crook of the princess' arm. He pushed the plunger, the medicine disappearing directly into her body. It was only moments after he removed the device did the she-elf began to stir, her eyes now a much paler shade of yellow as they fluttered open, and her throat was well enough to speak again.