<br/>Aria smiled good-naturedly and nodded. She spoke a single word to the elf, the Elven word<em>for</em>Common, and after another few stupefied moments (Aria supposed in a place like Arvandor - the plane of elvendom, as it were, one could get away with speaking other tongues next to never, and this was a drug-addled girl who was like as not a bimbo among elves to begin with) she brightened - as if belatedly realizing that she'd been able to understand Rose, either because it'd been so long since she'd heard the language spoken or because of her state - and asked her in Common, "If not that, what?", pouting a little, perhaps disappointed they were not here to 'teach' her.<br/><br/>Aria, spoke, "We...have freed you," eyeing the elf carefully to judge whether she seemed relieved or incensed at the notion, still curious whether she was a pleasure-slave or she-wizard consort or something in between.<br/><br/>The elf looked at her own bindings. "I...see?"<br/><br/>Aria produced a kukri but held it against one of the bedpost knots, edge decidedly away from the nearest shapely leg of the elf. "What was your...relationship with the lord of the manor? And pray tell, who lived here?" It suddenly occured to the tiefling that Astos might've had more apprentices or other manor-mates who'd return to find vengeance-worthy carange in the first floor greathall.<br/><br/>She was relieved by both answers, "To the second, Astos, his apprentices Akorcyrl and Iliamaxle, ourselves obviously.." as the elf spoke, her slur lessened, as if the mental work of putting words together was forcing her brain to gather itself into a functioning entity once more, "Those four horse-elves who never set foot indoors, and the four visitors Astos wouldn't let me meet." She pouted. "As to the first...well..." she gestured with her chin down to her own nude and undeniably attractive form. "What do you think?"<br/><br/>'"How first came you here? Do you study or know magic too?"<br/><br/>"We lack the wits for it, or so he sad rather rudely.<em>After</em>being enticed for a time by not-entirely-false shows of the finer things...twould not have been<em>so</em>bad, but once my friend sucked off his ring once, purely for playfulness; when we saw he was drow, never again were we able to set foot outside."<br/><br/>Aria, not sensing a lie, began cutting the cords. The elf made no sudden moves, but smiled coyly, "How came<em>you</em>first to be here? Not as playthings, I now gather?"