Elayna listened to Zaveed with empty eyes, feeling more than a bit hollow. Yes, it was for the good of everyone. But that didn't mean she wouldn't see the face of that guard, or the bandit in the cave on their first night, in her nightmares. They were corrupted, unjust...but they had pasts. Lives of their own, a story penned by their own hands. And it was by her's that she brought them to an end. There was nothing natural about it, and for one who lived off of and learned to love the cycles of their world, it was painful to interrupt that flow. Her only recourse was to keep reminding herself that her opponents brought it upon themselves. 

She was jostled from her thoughts when the Khajiit pulled her along, with Reigenleif behind them, into the guardhouse. It wasn't remarkable in the least, and even resembled a simple cottage. They had barged into the kitchen, as sparse as it was. The place was empty of inhabitants, at least momentarily. A shabbily prepared guard rushed out of a door to their side, searching for the source of the disturbance outside. Zaveed quickly apprehended him, before either of the women could respond. However, this did not stop Elayna from preparing an Ice Spike spell in her right hand. The extra magicka needed to form the projectile in the hot climate was already beginning to weigh on her. It proved to be a good move, as two more guards barged in the room. They were armored, and much more prepared. Reigenleif targeted the woman with lightning and fire, leaving the man to Elayna.

Letting the spike fly, Elayna used her remaining magicka to prepare another in her left palm. The guard was ready, and dodged the first, and moved to swing his sword at Elayna, but the woman ducked before her head could get lopped off. Using the angle to her advantage, and sent the spell at an angle into his ribcage, finding a space underneath the chest piece. As the guard fell dead, Elayna closed her eyes to combat the migraine in her head. Magicka expenditure was never pleasant, especially in such terrible heat. She wasn't a trained mage in the sense that Reigenleif was, so she had to come up with ways to deal with such issues so often. Normally, she'd brew herself a cup of Jazbay leaf tea with honey, using the dried leaves left over from her perfume stocks...but that wasn't available at the moment.

Getting up, and avoiding looking at the dead bodies on the floor, Elayna helped search the room for anything of interest. Of course, there wasn't much there. Zaveed had retrieved the key, and they were standing at the door into the prison below. She made sure to follow his instruction of keeping quiet, and followed their Nord companion into the cool depths. It was a remarkable construction, much bigger than one would perceive. It was actually quite dazzling that the Redguards had performed such an incredible act of masonry. Their leader asked them how they would like to handle the situation. Elayna pondered for a moment...[i]"I'm not necessarily a master of stealth, but I wouldn't be able to hold off more than one, maybe two guards...especially with this damned headache." [/i] She clenched her fist at the realization that getting out of this without more death was going to be impossible. All of the prisoners were at stake, and they were needed for the rebellion. The Breton had to swallow her disgust for the act.

Her hand went to the dagger at her thigh. "I just want to get this over with. If you two give me an opening, I might be able to run to the back and find the keys. If they are indeed at the desk down there, then I'll just have to be quick and pray I don't get killed." Elayna tried to think of another role she could fulfill, but fighting and stealth just weren't what she was built for. But running...well, there were more than a few angry animals that didn't like her poking around their dens back home.