<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/wgW31v2.png)</div>Elerra seemed like any slave in the process of being broken kneeling at Aron Crow's feet, idly shuffling her posture now and then as her arms rested behind her back, painfully pinched together by a series of golden cuffs that ran the length of her arms up past her elbows. A short length of golden chain ran between the like-colored manacles fastened around her ankles, with another joining in the center to fasten to the vibrant golden collar around her neck. The bindings working well to ensure the woman's posture was bent forward sharply, and there was little doubt the only reason she hadn't toppled forward was the arcane stability of the 'carriage' itself keeping her balanced precariously as she was.<br/><br/>Adorned in her purple chain cloak and hood shielding her glowing red eyes from the bright illumination in the carriage and mostly covering her red-leather clothing beneath, those that worked to spy the elf's expression beneath saw a face twisted in concentration and rage- even if her posture couldn't show the later as easily. It was the look of a caged animal, waiting to be set free to kill everyone and thing that had caused her displeasure. An act, but one the surrounding nobles and merchants could never see- the servant of the Bound Goddess simply biding her time until they arrived at their destination, waiting at the feet of her Master silently despite the lack of gag or other visible mechanism.<br/><br/>Elerra had only recently come into 'Possession' of her current Master. She was still learning his wishes and tastes, but he had been supportive of her goals and wishes to seek redemption and penance among the world. She knew it was a grave favor to ask of anyone, to support her efforts to take the first steps at seeing her people welcomed into the lighted world. But she would serve him for his sacrifice in seeing her through the worst of humanity, for protecting her against death or the worst punishments imaginable- to ensure he himself would return from his journeys unharmed. For her life was worth little, but if she could spend it to help others, she would gladly do so. The Bound Goddess knew her soul was good, was pure in her devotion and in her wishes to see the redemption of her people. A cause of scarcely imaginable scale- but one Elerra was unwilling to turn away from.