His laughter was more pleased and less rough this time. Perhaps amused, the dangerous edge was again softened "You taste weary good little pet, it is a good thing" The central heat told her as she crawled away<br/><br/>The left head demanded a question, to describe it as asking would be wrong You are an elf are you not? Their was a little growling sound You small folk look all alike, but I can distinguish elfs. They taste like summer wine and wind. You taste differently<br/><br/>The head to the right didn’t ask or order the tongue shot out like some massive whip and the forked end smacked against her firm ass as she crawled with a *smack* sound that echoed trough the cavern a couple of times before it died of. It lingered only for an instant before the touch was guan again the pain remaining<br/><br/>The box was small and finely crafted the key fit perfectly and the smallest twist of it made the lid pop open. Inside it were 4 things. 3 thin rings looking like a dragon biting its own tail, they had small thorns all over their surface, and barely enough to break the surface of the skin, the ring could be opened at the point of the tail. One of them was a bit larger and heavier. The last thing was a long thin needle with a couple of minor enchantments on it. [Divination, Evocation and conjuration]<br/><br/>He waited and watched as she examined the contents of the box, before he would continue "My gifts to you. You will have to pierce your self or if you want I could do it " That sounded like he meant every word of it, no trace of humor in his voice.<br/>