<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2s0gyz5.jpg)</div><strong>Tashiel Averlorn</strong><br/><br/>Although she let Senna do the talking, Tashiel frowned suspiciously down at the elf prisoner.  Her lithe body tensed, ready to tackle the former prisoner if she proved uncooperative.  Which she rather suspected that she might, having been so recently exposed to the supernatural pleasure of the creatures.  Indeed, Tashiel herself could faintly feel the urge to call out, and let them all be taken...<br/><br/>"Be careful."  She warned Senna in a low undertone.  "She might do something... rash."