Elena flinched away from the man's raspy voice, then further away from the glowing. But finally her curiosity got the best of her and she crawled closer to him. He had clearly been down here for a while, judging by his lack of grooming, but he had a kind, if stern face under all of the grime. She hesitated for a moment, but then clasped hands with him.

"My name is Elena." she said simply. The young woman didn't volunteer anything else, nor ask any other questions, instead squinting off into the darkness as though hoping to make the surroundings become more clear. She wanted to ask more about Eric, of course. She wasn't a fool, she'd noticed the elaborate embroideries on his tunic, which would have been beautiful had they been clean. Between that and his somewhat refined features he was clearly a man of noble birth. But she held her tongue -- what business did a slave have of asking things of a lord? Even a disgraced one, even in the darkest dungeon in all the kingdoms.