Tae'loren smiled as Elariel rose, fixing him with that sultry, smoldering smile. “Lead on, wicked little mage.” His voice was hushed and husky; Elariel would know he craved her, that she was not the only one fighting herself for control of the situation. Before they would become visible outside of their room, the hunter, agile and swift as he was, would crouch down mid-step and kiss the small of the mage's back, a promise of things to come. He rose just as quickly, keeping his step perfectly in time with hers, entering the communal room of the group.<br/><br/>Upon entering, Tae'loren knew he would need to establish allies immediately if his proposition was to be taken seriously. When he saw Aidyn and Teirn, he offered them a smile and low dip of his head, a show of respect and submission, knowing they would regard the act as cooperative rather than hostile. To Solarius he offered a similar head dip, but this time he closed his eyes, purely an act of submission. Lastly, to Roe'nor and Neras he simply nodded, fixing his eyes only for a moment with theirs. If he showed them respect, it would imply that they had him controlled, that he was their inferior, and he had to show them that he respected himself enough to offer a challenge to them without showing disrespect and speaking a challenge outright.<br/><br/>Waiting for Elariel to draw their attention to him, Tae'loren began carefully. “I'll skip right to my proposition, since I know none of you want to hear me speak anymore than necessary: Elariel and I have been speaking about the Black Temple, and how best to penetrate it's defenses and get all of you close enough to study Illidan's magic. I refrained from sharing a vital source, but I see now that I must call upon him: His name is Ae'oleth, and he is the first demon hunter to be removed from Black Temple and survive. I am the one that removed him. He is still enduring withdrawls from the corruption of Illidan's demonic magic, but I know he would be willing to help me, to help us.<br/><br/>“With your permission, I will enter Wildhammer Stronghold, informing the garrison master that I need Ae'oleth's help in scouting a particularly nasty part of the temple. I know you may not want to believe me when I say I have no intention of alerting them, but you must, because I want to see the fall, or recovery, of Illidan as much as you do. I will say this though: If any of you attempts to abduct or harm Ae'oleth in any way, I will make it my last living action to kill you. Of all the torment he has endured, he deserves another chance at life.<br/><br/>“One last thing: I will need something that can identify your group to the garrison master. There is a chance that Ae'oleth, in his recovering state, will smell your fel magic on me, and will believe I am an imposter sent to take him back to the temple for punishment. What you give me will identify to the garrison master that I am indeed who I claim to be.” The hunter waited anxiously, hoping beyond hope that they would see the logic of his plan.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>