The pounding on the door resounded through the cold room, and Solarius turned, body poised to fight.<br/><br/>"Quickly! Grab the still-living injured and open up!"<br/><br/>Elariel was relieved to hear Tae'loren's voice, she nodded at Solarius who hesitated for a moment before lowering the shields. She wondered at that, but when she turned to see the eyes of Roe'nor and Neras piercing their protecting colleague she could understand. The tensions within the group, particularly at times like these, were thick. Elariel knew that they had all they needed from their spell, but Roe'nor and Neras were more cautious, and would always want to have the information for themselves before moving on. At first Elariel thought it was because they didn't trust her, but after working with them for many moons she had discovered that it was just the way they were; knowledge was their life source and they always wanted it first hand.<br/><br/>"This might have been our only chance!" Roe'nor's voice struck with the sting of a whip as he pushed past her. The last twenty four hours had widened a rift between the two; Elariel wasn't sure she'd be able to repair it now. Instead of dwelling on the tension, she turned to the poor tortured souls and picked on she might be able to carry. She dashed over and loosened the bonds as Solarius, Tiern, Neras and Aidyn did the same. She saw Tae'loren enter the room, flecks of blood marring his otherwise healthy body, and allowed herself some measure of relief. Not only did he appear to be safe and whole, but he had also returned just as he had agreed to. Perhaps it was a bad thing; if he didn't return things with her colleagues would have returned to normal. That though irked her though, as she was drawn to the hunter. So much so, she realised, that she was willing to irk the sensibilities of her colleagues in order to get to know him better.<br/><br/>"Back through the vents?" Elariel asked, not wasting time with small talk. She heaved the body of a small blood elf female over her shoulder and hoped that her own strength would hold out. Elariel's eyes fell on the tunnel and she had to hold back the bile that rose in her throat. She dreaded going back through that passage of dark carnage, but she knew that she had little choice. She would have to endure more of the depraved filth if they were to escape the Black Temple alive.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>