"And, for that, no one is happier than I," the Grey Warden admitted as she kept pace with him. An undignified rumble of hunger sounded from the young woman's stomach, but she ignored it as best she could. Food had been found and shared from the kitchens by a few, intrepid prisoners who had no need of weaponry, but the trips there were dangerous and infrequent thanks to the seemingly never-ending horde of undead that had roamed the outer hallways. As a Grey Warden, Elissa had an unnaturally hearty appetite for someone of her size, so the absence of sustenance had likely been harder on her than most - but that had not spurred her to take more than her fair share. In fact, she had often shared her portion with the few children who had rotated into and out of her cell.

Now, however, she was weak from lack of food and very glad that most of the fighting seemed to be happening outside.

"Is it far to the Mistress?" was asked in a hushed voice as they neared a bend in the black corridor. "This is the most I have seen of this place, so I must rely upon you to act as guide."