<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/Eternal.jpg)</div>Once everything was explained to her in a language she knew, a terrible choice lay before her.  Of course, she would die either way, but she had at least some fighting skill.  If she fought, if she stood her ground, maybe she could leave her murderer with some scar or crippling wound that would mark some proof that she ever even existed.<br/><br/>It was all she had.<br/><br/>As she opened one of the tombs, she pulled out an orichalcum long powerbow set with a deep-red cabochon.  She shouldn’t have been able to do it, but she didn’t even know that until after she’d already done it.  The mark of the Eclipse ignited upon her brow.<br/><br/>As she looked to the Ifrit, she asked in Old Realm, “<Forgive me for not remembering, but if you get killed while bound by sorcery, are you dead, or free from the spell?  I realize you probably can’t tell us how to free you.>”  Wording was usually far too exact with legal binding to have situations like this, let alone to make sure a fire elemental who had served faithfully wouldn’t be needlessly destroyed.<br/><br/>Rapture switched back to Flametongue as she looked around at the others, her Caste Mark shining.  “Let me suggest now that we accept honorable surrenders.  I’ll Oath them to service.  That includes if we have any of the old slavers.  If anyone would rather revenge over Oathbound service, I won’t blame you, but I’d rather discuss it here and now, in the open, before blood gets heated with combat.”<br/><br/>Her personality hadn’t changed all that much to those who truly knew her.  The difference was that she finally saw something she could do: organize plans and open discussions.