Why not, Sam thought. If he and Rinaldi were really captives of elves, nothing would get back to the Circle. Sam knew how much the druids hated metahumans: these elves wouldn’t be allied with the Circle. If Rinaldi’s presence and the "elven captivity" were some kind of subtle ploy, what did it matter? Sam was on his own now, and even Dog’s songs wouldn’t be enough if he were in the Circle’s hands.