As the day passed into the next evening Elliott's strength rejuvenated from his encounter with King Emeril. Elliott figured that the king had runes to sap his energy in case he got out of control. King Emeril knew how to prepare against Elliott that made him dangerous. Few could make such runes and Elliott would make time to find out and deal with them suitably. Before he pondered it too long a bat returned from its journey.
Elliott looked into the bat's mind following the path it took to where it saw Alana. Picturing it in his head he figured she was encamped in the hills near the small town of Oakville. A small community of little note other than its usefulness as a trap. He could draw her in and make her hesitate with the innocent lives at stake. Another idea occurred to him, he might aid the creature or creatures that the paladin sought and make a new ally. Together the town might be a nice place to build a base in with forces of the king to bother him.
With these thoughts on his mind he shifted his form into a cloud of bats. He flew as a swirl of fluttering bats out the cave entrance. Hours passed as the moon drew high by the time Elliott reached the forested hills outside of Oakville. He gathered himself up and retook human form. He decided to...
