Elandriel was silent as they descended, at first lost in thought at the strange idea of the completely matched pair of men, the thought of not one but two babes born in the same moment, and the connections that might arise between them from such a thing, particularly given what else Brom told her of them.<br/><br/>The deeper they went, though, the less she was able to hold the string of her own thinking as the darkly crawling sound of the voice that insinuated into her head from her collar hissed and whispered its strange words, responding it seemed to the voice-like whispers that came from somewhere below the curving stair. She wanted to slow, stay her descent, but she knew that would be met only with needless violence from the human. And so, feeling the clutch of thick, heavy rock closing all around them, she went down, skin beginning to crawl.