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| - Aurora peered nervously down at Zul'fan. She had penetrated his mental defenses, and was busy searching through some of his memories...And wishes. Wishes that made her skin crawl. For an instant, she seemed to see her Lord Florindo and Lady Morgania through Zul'fan's eyes. And craved to make them hurt. The moment passed, and she quickly altered Zul'fan's vision of hate and gore to one of love. Aurora finished the new spell on Zul'fan's mind. "Zul...? Are you alright?" Peering nervously at Zul'fan, Aurora repeated her question. Aurora sighed with relief, wiping a tiny bit of sweat from her brow. She heard similar expressions of relief from the other members of the Court present...Except for from Ihriel. That one was as much against this whole business as she was herself, but lacked the trust in Lord Florindo and Lady Morgania to withstand it. Necessity, that was the thing. Aurora turned and ran. She heard the Troll's roaring, as well as the commotion as the others tried to stop him..She heard Wazarg's strangled cry, as well as a yelp from Sallirin. Aurora uttered another breathless scream as Zul'fan (now seeming larger than usual) landed on the floor in front of her. As she turned and ran again, she heard the Troll screaming furiously. The other Elves present - and Wazarg, another Troll- gathered around Zul'fan. Standing so, he was a pitiful thing. He gibbered madly, threatening to do unusual things to them all with his tusks...Sallirin had somehow managed to stop the Troll, and was panting heavily. The effort involved had been great, and he felt exhausted. Zul'fan lay on the bed, collapsed. In the end, Sallirin had given him the choice himself. Be free, run away...Or serve. The internal struggle Zul'fan had experienced had been brief...But well-thought through. He simply could not allow Alalaya to be alone with these Elfsies. And he would serve them, for as long as it would take.. In his sleeping mind's eye, he saw himself put on the Fel Collar again. As it closed around his neck, he felt the Fel magiks involved work through his body. "Wazarg, frien'...Could I maybe 'ave a bit a' dat...Tea?" Zul'fan kneeled to the nice Priestess, and made his apology. "I apologise fa' my brutish behaviour, Mistress..."
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