The Baron stood, looking from the cage to the horizon silently.  Was she expecting a rescue... or wondering if her Lady would take her back even if they did come for her.  They would try, that much was certain.  There would be no wasted words, not after he'd sent what was left of the last envoy back laden with his child.  They had left the newborn Naiobe with no word or letter, simply abandoning the half-elven babe at his gate.<br/><br/>The Baron closed his eyes, listening to the wind and feeling it as it teased his hair and tugged at his clothes.<br/><br/>They would come for their priestess, most likely before dawn.