It was unbelievable, how simple it was to track down the elven woman in wolf form. He put out the signature of Sanria's mind, using it as a hunter would a duck call, all while seeking the sensation of Kaliadra's mind. In no time, he honed in on the tremor and zeroed in. The wolf looked shocked to see him, then he saw the recognition in her eyes, then he grew violently angry as she ran. He used magic to snatch her four feet from the ground, then went into her mind easily and found the key to force her into her elven form. He refused to talk to a mangy dog.
He questioned her relentlessly, and as she refused to tell the truth, he started the torture. A tiny part of him, so small it was nearly unheard, said what he was doing was not right - his nature was higher than this - but he couldn't hear the voice any longer. He had been away from home for far too long. He bent the elf, literally, to his will. Still, she kept from answering outright. He refused to believe she knew nothing. Finally, he threatened her life. "I. Will. Kill. You." And when she replied that it would end Sanria's life, Velentham lost all sanity.
He plunged into her mind, recklessly prying her memories apart with desperation. He cared little for the memories of her people, her prayers to Sune, her lack of lust, her giving up on love, her hunts by the moonlight - he went to the time of isolation, the time when her mental frequencies matched his own, and absorbed into himself every line ever written in the diary, every word chanted, every bit of knowledge the elf held in her mind. "What about her..." the elf asked after he had raped her mind. "What does she want?"
"She doesn't know what she wants, I do. I know what is right. I guide her now. For that, she'll live eternally."
"In misery."
The comment sent Velentham into a rage. Coupled with the frothing madness that was now driving him, he flung the elf as hard as he could from him, and was rewarded by the sound of her back snapping against the thick trunk of a pine. He uttered a spell, one that would keep her alive, thereby keeping Sanria alive... but he did nothing to ease the pain, he didn't care.
His insanity was beyond control, his eyes glowed silver with crazed determination. He was so close to getting off this rock, so close to getting back home, and it splintered through his mind like needles. "GILEAN!" he roared. "GET OUT HERE, YOU HAVE SOMETHING I NEED!" He flexed his hands, he paced the ground. Velentham didn't care who heard him now, he didn't care who might come at him. He had all the information he needed to operate the necklace - he only needed to break the skull of his cousin to find the resting place of the item that would deliver him home.
