"Your loyalty is touching Elandriel, pity it is wasted on one who will not repay it.  When your end comes, you will see that I speak the truth."<br/><br/>And then he loomed closer and the elf felt something sweep through her.  Each wound in her body flared anew and then grew more and more painful until her body was naught but a collection of agony.<br/><br/>And then suddenly the pain was gone, and she found herself free of that strange realm and returned to the cage whole and unharmed.  The light of dawn was filtering in and the rooftop was empty save a lone figure in a dress of black silk.  Her hair was white like snow and spilled down her shoulders and back in flowing waves.  Her face was young and pretty, but marred by a long jagged scar down the left side of her face, flowing under an eye-patch of burgundy velvet.<br/><br/>And as soon as Elandriel stirred, she moved forward without a word to swing the cage back to the rooftop and to open it and reach in to haul the elf out by her hair.  "Come with me," she said disdainfully and began to descend into the castle.