Tae'loren had remained crouched in the shadows of the corridor after incapacitating the two demon hunters, watching them sleep. He had great sympathy for them, for his kin, realizing that only now, as their minds drifted, they retained a look of peace. He mentally jarred himself from his emotions, reminding himself of the importance of his purpose here. He was a bit surprised to find that there were no more guards, of any kind, past this corridor, though he did not voice his concerns aloud, thankful for his good fortune. He did know, though, from past exploration, that if there were guards, they would be fel creatures, that Illidan, ever calculating, only kept his most powerful beings this far into his compound.<br/><br/>The hunter was in the process of reaching for his glaives when he felt himself suddenly immobilized, arms pinched tightly to his sides and a sharp blade poking at his neck. He guessed the weight of the assailant around a hundred pounds, and seasoned with hints of perfume. Looking down he saw slender legs, though very strong, and he recognized the types of boots as that of the Kaldorai. He felt the slender blade graze his exposed skin, the warm, gentle trickle of his blood tickling as it ran slowly down his skin. Tae'loren, however, was far from panicking. This elf believed she had the advantage, yet all he had to do was perform a quick partial back-flip and throw his back into the ground, which could effectively knock the wind from her. Also, her blade was pressed against scar tissue, which, though it could still be lethal to him, she'd have to push a bit harder to penetrate anything vital.<br/><br/>He maintained his composure, though, intrigued by her appearance in this place. He couldn't tell what her profession was, so he decided to engage her before complying to her demand, which also surprised the hunter, being that it seemed to hint at traces of concern, not just for their precarious situation, but for him as well.<br/><br/>He inhaled deeply, his chest heaving slowly and steadily as he cautiously stepped further into the shadows, masking their presence to any physical sight. “I'm sorry, my dear, but I don't go home with females, no matter the advances, on a first date, so you can leave the way you arrived and leave me to my business.” His voice was soft, melodic, and only audible to her ears; any other creature in the vicinity would be deaf to the near silence of elven speech. The hunter had to admit that, despite the current predicament, her scent was a welcome one to the vile, putrid stench of evil in this temple.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>