Elaine looked straight into Larissa's eyes. To an untrained eye, her gaze would have seemed utterly resolute, but there the faintest glimmer of emotion beneath it all, detectible only to one who knew her down to her very core. "If Dorokor wants Greymantle dead, that's good enough for me. He deserves to see what happens when orcs descend upon your home." Her grip tightened on Larissa's hand almost painfully, and her stern expression wavered. "Since Dorokor left I have... struggled. I feel as though I should hate Dorokor. She slaughtered my family... And yet... I did not feel ill-treated as a prisoner. And I have... respect for Dorokor, and her way of life." Finally her gaze broke, and she looked down at the floor. "I feel like I<em>should</em>feel differently. Like I should be more reluctant to enlist Dorokor's aid. But instead I feel... almost thrilled that we might fight alongside her."