The silence of the strange woman she followed through the cold and twisting castle might have been oppressive to the elven priestess, were it not that she were used to rather similar silence in the forest. There, though, the ambient noises were the creak of aging trees and the skitter of small creatures, not the clatter of boots and the distant squeals of... of she did not wish to think what.<br/><br/>Soon enough they entered a barracks, and there she was given over into the care of the three elves she'd met before, and Elandriel shivered at the gentle yet insistent way they took hold of her, guiding her across the room beneath the eyes of the many human guards here. Nervously she looked 'round - they gazed upon her like hungry bears, and it made her flesh crawl as she was brought to the large bed. It looked very much out of place in comparison to the smaller, simpler bunks, and she stopped just short of it, twisting to try to extricate herself from the grasp of those who should have been acting as her sisters.<br/><br/>"Accept this? I cannot bear to accept the atrocities of this place!" she insisted in a low whisper, her pulse jumping beneath the unnatural circle of leather upon her throat, and her eyes watered a little. Did they even realize how this terrible thing had been created? "Please - do what you can for me, and help me be free of this place - help me go home, that I might warn our people. Malakai is real; he's returned, and they must know!"