While Naugus was delighted and clearly happy, Elias was the opposite. His ears were pinned back against his hair. His tail was dragging on the ground behind him and hid between his legs. Elias' head hung low as he followed after his new master's feet. He was defeated. Everything he had wanted was gone, all he had fought for was now for nothing. To make it all worse, he had basically sold his soul to his greatest enemy.

He gazed up at the tower when they arrived. The gaudy crystal tower fit Naugus' personality perfectly. He would construct something like this. Some vain monument to his glory. Now he was following the mage into this place. The leading and praise felt wrong. He looked up at Naugus and simply nodded. He could try to blame mage for this but he knew the truth. It was his own fault. He wanted this. There was no going back.

"Right. A seat," Elias walked over toward one of the pieces of furniture made of green crystal. Strangely enough, there was some beauty to this place. The swirling seams and traces up the wall. Perhaps something good could come of this?