The noble dragon queen shivers, her eyes avoiding the large, plated figure of her captor. Beneath the gag sealing her maw, she whispers inaudible words to herself, perhaps a prayer or perhaps a curse. Her thoughts went to the two remaining aspects, hoping they would realise the trap before it was too late for them as well.<br/><br/>For now though, she could only wait and hope for a swift death but knowing the corrupted aspect holding her captive, she knew this was only an unlikely dream. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Alexstraza turns her face once more towards Neltharion with both sorrow and hate lingering in her ruby eyes all the while trying to pierce his cold exterior, figuratively speaking, to figure out what twisted plans he had spun in his thoughts. If they even were his own<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>