The woman's back was straight and her head was held high as she strode down the steps.  Her dark boots tapped out a steady rhythm as she walked with hair and dress alike swirling about her.  Her pace was quick, but not a rush.<br/><br/>Down she brought Elandriel, once more deep within Ravenroost's lower halls.  But not back to the torture chambers.  Rather she brought the elf to a clean and simple hall filled with bunks for the keep's soldiers.  The trio of elven women that Elandriel had seen upon her arrival were waiting and the silent and stern woman relinquished her charge to them as she approached a man who was clearly some sort of officer.<br/><br/>The trio of elves were dressed in translucent silks, each in a color that complimented her hair but did not truly hide any of her womanly charms from sight.  One took each of Elandriel's wrists and the third fell in behind her, drawing her hair back from her shoulders as they drew her across the room.  "Sister... this part of the training is hard.  We'll do what we can for you, but in the end you must let go of your misguided notions to be free of this stage.  Accept that your body is an instrument of pleasure and that it will be used in whatever way pleases your master.  Accept this and relax and learn to take pleasure in pleasing them sister.  Please don't fight... Just surrender... Accept your place here..."<br/><br/>As the elves brought her to a large bed at the back of the room, the soldiers young and old alike looked over from were they were resting or eating or carrying out other simple activities.  All of them fell quiet and still as their eyes roamed the naked woman's progress through the barracks.