<em>"Never never never never..."<br/><br/>The elf seems to be turning the words into a mantra, warding away the maddening visions and the even more maddening voice of the fey'ri.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the called torturer shows up, grinning sadistically. The Duergar torturer slinks into the room, his customary rusty axe with him. He looks up and down at the elven cleric and snorts.<br/><br/>"Doesn't look like much.... Come now, Lassie, you know the delicate ones like this lad could die in me hands. Damn elves. Too sickly to have any real fun with 'em."<br/><br/>He grins widely at her, as if he isn't adverse to the thought of slaughtering the tormented soul before him.</em>