The lamia smiled, both at the mention of priestesses and elves, and at Finexia's acceptance.<br/><br/>She'd lead the way into the main building of the structure, which was mostly intact, and into one of the back rooms. It looks like it had been an office once, but was damaged by fire, though the walls were still intact. Now, an enormous pile of pillows, cushions and blankets dominated the room, and Finexia would see a nude, male elf lying on top of the pile, his hands tied by ropes to hooks on the wall, and much of his torso apparently covered in honey. The lamia slithered over to him, and untied him quickly. "Return to your room; I have a more important guest," she ordered, as the elf grabbed a pair of pants and fled the room. A DC 17 Perception check will notice that the pants look to be the same as the ones worn by the princess' guards... possibly he was one of the survivors of the attack?<br/><br/>She climbed onto the 'bed', and turned to face Finexia, reclining, and giving her a sultry look. "Please, make yourself as comfortable as you like," she said. "Would you like some wine?"