"Smart man…" Elora mumbled in Erik's mind. Both their eyes were locked onto Sigurd. His clothes were ragged and his body was caked with things that neither of them wanted to think about. His eyes remained defiant and angry, but also helpless. He runes were locked away, and his body was unable to break Erik's chains.
"With the ghouls guarding the bulk of the vampires, and knowing he can't kill Sigurd, he found a way for the Enclave to vent some of their emotions anyway," Elora continued, amusement and appreciation in her voice.
Erik chuckled, and could only agree with his partner, "You're right. And judging by that line, it's gonna be a while before the entire Enclave has had its turn… so I guess there's not much for us to do here."
Just as he was about to move back to his dimension, he was stopped by the arrival of two women: Nora and Anne.
