Tae'loren had thought to greet Elariel as she awoke, to offer her that same smile he had last night. He wanted to greet her properly, to embrace her as his lover once more. A soft knock at the door dispelled such intentions, and he remained still and silent. He smiled inwardly at Elariel's agility and deftness to retrieve her clothing, impressed that such movements were not the result of a spell. Remembering thorough displays of her agility the previous night had the night elf stirring inside, craving his wicked little mage once more.<br/>As Elariel departed, he realized that he had been naked, and he had felt the eyes of Neras peering passed Elariel, or trying to, and attempting to pierce the shadows of the room. The hunter realized the grave jeopardy of their mutual situation if the others should come to the small cabin and find him naked with the smell of sweat and sex permeating the entire room. He rose quickly and began to examine the contents with scrutiny. A table, some chairs, a lamp. Cursing, realizing there wasn't much to offer the implication that Elariel had tortured or beaten him. He looked to the door, wondering if the spell would act as an alarm, or simply subdue him. Dressing without armor, he went about the business of dressing the room accordingly: first, he broke one of the chairs, as though he had been thrown into it. He then took some cloth, bunching it into his mouth and around his teeth, then took a piece of the wood and smacked his mouth on either side until his lips bled. Satisfied, and winching from the split skin, he began to hit himself with the makeshift club around his neck, shoulders and arms, creating welts that would likely bruise. Looking around for something to burn, he found some blank parchment and placed it in the flame of the lamp until it caught. Steadying his breathing he took the lit parchment and pushed it into both of his pectorals, ensuring each burn mark was identical. He then looked at the distance from wall to wall, took up a charging position, then rushed at one wall, turning at the last minute so his back would slam hard, causing a slight rumble to reverberate. Dazed, he rose quickly, shaking his head as he approached the door. Ensuring nothing of value was behind him and the door, he breathed deeply, placing him in a loose trance, bit down on the cloth still in his mouth, then grabbed the handle and pulled.<br/>The air was quickly replaced with the reeking smell of singed elven skin as volts of electricity shot through the hunter's body. Thankfully, they didn't last, forcing the hunter to his knees. Unfortunately, that was a mere stunning mechanism; the next spells froze him, chilling his body to an immobilized state, then a magical gust of wind blasted him from the door, flinging him into the furthest wall with a crash, his body falling limp to the ground. He was still conscious and able to move, but he was quite disoriented. He did manage to crawl back to his bedroll, collapsing, smiling to himself, thankful for his training.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>