Meanwhile Chance was squirming inside Ruby, trying to find a means of escape, but was really hating the fact that he couldn't fight back as hard or think with a more apt mind do to the tranquilizer darts dulling his senses. It was at times like these that he wished he were fully an elf, which would lend him some magical aid, but fate had decided that he should be only half elf with hardly any magical powers to speak of.<br/>"C'mon Chance. Think. Think. Think. There's gotta be a way out of here."