Pierce was left alone for a while, time passed but it would be hard to say how much with no way to tell. The woman that entered the room was small petite with a sharp controlled face, she wasn’t old but mature with strong angular elven features and a strict feel about her as she looked around noticed Pierce she raised an eyebrow.<br/><br/>“Well com on missy” she snapped her fingers and the heaviness eased back over Pierce almost like a wet blanket being lain over her body. She motioned with a finger to follow and started down the hall. The spell didn’t force Pierce to all fours this time but it was a looming thing hair about her making every movement feel slow and hard like walking in water<br/><br/>As the small woman got further away taking breath became more difficult again until Pierce followed. “You shall call me High Priestess Ella; you shall only speak when spoken to or if you have something essential to say. Do not stretch my patience; unlike our little angel I am not playful. Understood child” she asked her tone crisp.<br/><br/>Her shop was a single large room in the middle was an small elevated wooden platform, magical instruments and odd materials lined the walls in bundles a novice, by the look of her with a bald head and lines of pale pink running all over her body sat naked and her hands worked fast shivering when Ella went over and examined her work. The girl was a young elf pale skinned and blue eyes<br/>