The night moved slowly, Elandriel left alone with only the collar and the ruined soul trapped within it for company.<br/><br/>The castle was not silent, creaks and thuds and voices filtering up to taunt her and tease her with hope or dread that it might be her people come to save her or news of their failure...<br/><br/>But at last came the heavy tread of boots upon stone and the clatter of human armor.  And a soft thumping and scraping of something being drug up the stairs.  Soon enough Brom emerged, and she could see that one of his gauntlet-clad hands was full of soft silvery hair.  A low moan told her the bloody elven warrior was still living even before the baronette drug him across the roof and lifted him to his knees.<br/><br/>"I told you I would let you gaze upon your precious priestess once more before you died," the man said with a cruel laugh.