Elariel was slightly puzzled by the Night Elf's acceptance of his capture, and she wondered at the change. He did seem truly curious, and if she managed to convince him to stop putting Illlidan's cronies<i>to sleep </i>he could be helpful to her own cause. Either way, she knew that they had been there for too long. Clenching her teeth to hold in her breath of relief, Elariel unwound herself from the male and slid down to the ground gracefully. She stretched her arms and legs as she came around to step in front of him. For a moment she wondered about the best way to get out of the Temple. If she let him lead there would be lots of opportunities for him to run or to turn against her. However, she had a teleportation stone set in the old grain shed of the farm that her and her colleagues were based in. It would be a much quicker option, and it would have the added bonus of instant arrival, keeping the location of her base from him. She knew that the others would be annoyed at her for bringing him back, but she wasn't going to kill him in cold blood, and he could be useful.<br/><br/>"I'm going to teleport us," She said, voice low and deep in keeping with the dank walls around them. She slipped her blood trickled dagger into her belt and begun the spell. As she cast it she looked at him up close for the first time. His golden eyes were intense in the darkness; the only part of him that didn't blend into the shadows surrounding them. The way he stood, as she observed earlier, spoke of a deadly grace that intrigued her.<br/><br/>Just as she was finishing the cast she reached out and grasped his elbows, ready to take him along with her if he was willing to go. With her hands on his and the spell buzzing around them it would be dangerous for him to resist; to do so without breaking her grip could result in partial teleportation. Thankfully, his time for resistance had grown short. Just before she felt the familiar tug of teleportation Elariel could see the grain shed in her mind's eye. A small wooden structure run to disrepair, light filtering through a decomposing thatch roof, walls made of wood that had weathered and aged. The ground would be clear, which is why the stone was in the centre of the room, and it was not far from the main barn where her colleagues would be awaiting her return.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>