"My perfume is probably the only thing keeping me from suffocating in this compound," Elariel whipped back, although his comment made her think about the finer points of her approach to infiltration. Perhaps her perfume was unnecessary; the last thing she needed was for something so trivial to lead the demons to her.<br/><br/>"I'm here to stop you from killing more of Illidan's minions. The more you kill, the more suspicious they get, the heavier and more frequent the watches and patrols become. We, quite frankly, can't work with you conducting your business."<br/><br/>Elariel could feel the surge of adrenalin slowly abating; she knew it wouldn't be long before her arms and legs tired of this position. Either way they had lingered for long enough.<br/><br/>"Now are you going to come with me so I can tell you more, or will my blade have a proper taste of your blood?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>