"Nay," Elandriel whispered, her jaw barely moving above his massive finger as she stared starkly up into the eyes of the painlord, every bit of her made to feel exposed and unworthy beneath his terrible gaze.<br/><br/>"It is because of what you are that you were driven from the world," she insisted, echoing the essence of the many stories that had been told of it. "You abandoned and attacked my Lady; it was for the sake of her and the continuance of our people our way of life that She saw fit to save us from you, from your touch."<br/><br/>It was a madness, to say such things to him - yet he had just told her she would not die, and despite the awful collar on her throat, she felt herself a creature of the great goddess yet. "If you will not let me die, then whatever I am made to suffer, she will cure me or show me the mercy of freedom from it!"