The hunter listened intently, gazing off and away, allowing his mind to piece together the information she was providing. Tae'lo'ren had discovered so much about himself during his time with Elariel, realizing that his behaviors, his passions, his responsibilities in life were not unique just to him and his affiliation, that she struggled as well with opposing factions and her own desire to make things right within the confines of her guild. It was this realization that sparked the hunter's creativity. "Elariel, you and the others, save for Roe'nor and Neras, were close, yes? Did you, by chance, set up any kind of emergency means of communication, or something subtle that only you and maybe one or two others would detect in case of capture?"<br/>Tae'lo'ren's mind was formulating and strategizing, devising a means to not only communicate with the others, but also possibly launch a surprise assault on the mages and rescue the hostages. If they and Elariel had establish some sort of emergency communication, they could get close to the hostages, perhaps to plead to see them, then a portal could open and he and Aeo'leth, along with others, could quietly slip through. The hunter realized, for the first time in a long time, he was no longer alone.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>