Tae'loren stood statuesque for the elven female, dipping his head slightly in acknowledgment of her gratitude for his cooperation. He studied her as she spoke, and while the words registered to the hunter, what he was truly intrigued by were her expressions; there was a reluctance in her eyes, yet he could not discern why. He showed no sign of apprehension when she mentioned colleagues, or even when she withdrew her handkerchief to blindfold him, for he did indeed have other senses at his disposal, ones that were likely far more keen than she could anticipate.<br/><br/>He could not deny his amusement at her caution to blindfold him. While it was true that an elf's ears were very sensitive and one of the more prominent erogenous zones, in truth it had been some time since he'd been intimate with a female, and being a hunter, exposed to the elements regularly, he could not say that his ears could still be considered one of his erogenous zones. This elven female had a delicate touch, whether it was out of anxiety, or perhaps arousal, was uncertain to Tae'loren. He did know, though, that their eyes danced together for some time, his head never shifting, his countenance unchanging.<br/><br/>She was surprisingly careful, even gentle, with blindfolding Tae'loren. While he operated under the presumption that there would be an attempt to dispose of him once she and her colleagues gleaned everything useful from him, he credited her with a kindness atypical of her kind and field of expertise. He couldn't deny, either, how he enjoyed her proximity, and the feel of her chest pressed to his, the feel of her soft, pleasingly proportioned breasts pressing against his rigid chest. He felt long-starved emotions stirring inside him, but with decades of practice, he subdued them quickly enough.<br/><br/>Still armed and unbound, to the hunter's surprise, he allowed himself to be led away. Immediately his olfactory compensated for his eyes, silently inhaling long and deep, drawing in every scent, every odor, every hint at the land that he now walked. There was a familiarity in exposure to his current surroundings, as though he'd been here not long ago. There were also sounds that his sense of audition detected immediately; he knew this place. Expertly he made to trip, quickly digging his fingers into the ground. He was able to compact soil onto his palms and under his nails, and after several minutes of walking normally again, he lifted his hand and sniffed deeply: they were still near Shadowmoon, in Terrokar Forest.<br/><br/>While he was glad that he had not been teleported far from his original location, he had to admit that he had, only slightly, been hoping to see Silverymoon. They never stopped moving, even when he felt a gust of air and heard the sudden opening of doors. He wasn't certain if it was a show of dramatics or a calculated move to try to prevent him from discerning their exact location. He did know soon that they were not alone, his nose alerting him to two other distinct scents, far less pleasant than the females', yet still elven.<br/><br/>Tae'loren liked neither of Elariel's companions. Roe'nor was pompous, even for an elf. He looked aged, especially for an elf. Typically age would bring patience, wisdom, and curiosity; this fellow seemed to lack all three. The only advantage the one named Neras seemed to retain over Roe'nor was that he appeared younger, which accounted for his blundering foolishness in revealing the name of his companion, Tae'loren's captor. Tae'loren glanced at both finally settling on the space of the room they stood in, disinterested in the two males.<br/><br/>“I am here because I choose to be, because your companion requested my help in bringing an end to Illidan. As for my name, that is not your concern, and my purpose in Black Temple was and is to ultimately end Illidan's corruption of my kind, of OUR kind.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>