Avoidance

Warlocks.

Kezrin wished she could just ban them all from the Lounge, but the AAMS was supposed to be welcoming to all as long as they didn't cause trouble. (She felt a brief pang remembering Gezelda.) However, just being within earshot of an imp made her twitchy, so Kezrin and Myzzi retreated to the small "island" made by Hardwrench's sign post and concentrated on enjoying the sunset.


It felt something akin to normal having Myzzi sitting next to her. The younger sister had been working as a translator on a complicated project, and their paths hadn't crossed with regularity in quite a while. Myzzi hadn't been to Lounge in months. It was the longest they'd been apart.

No, Kezrin corrected herself. The longest they'd been apart that she could remember. Kezrin had wondered time and again why she'd never spoken of any of those months with Myzzi, save for the occasional vague detail. A new thought had been plaguing her: was it really the warlock's curse that kept her from remembering, or was there something that Kezrin herself didn't want to recall?

"Hey, Myz..." she ventured slowly at first, then decided to spit it out. "I spent some time in Azshara. I think I used ta live there, y'know. Before you showed up."

Myzzi gave her an inquiring look.

Kezrin tucked her legs in close, hugging them with her arms. "Still don't remember much. But, well... it's something, I guess."

Now would be the time to tell her. What she knew, what she suspected. Half-formed questions crossed Kezrin's mind. How would you feel if I told you that... would you think of me differently if... have you ever wondered...?

No; she'd not subject her sister to any of that. Kezrin turned her head away, seeking a new question.

"Ya ever think 'bout goin' back?" she finally asked.

"Back home?"

"Yeah, back home, to-"

"What are you doing way up here, Kez?" a trollish voice interrupted. She blinked at the figure of Taz'jin walking up the hill, somewhat relieved for the intrusion.

She gestured back toward Hardwrench with a grumble. "Warlock."

She knew Taz'jin would understand. While he wasn't a member anymore, the shaman had worked as a Shield Bearer for the AAMS; specifically, he'd been hired to protect against the warlock. The one who'd placed the memory curse on Kezrin, the one who had hired Renzly Silvertip to kidnap her and her sister.

Renzly...

Goldie, he's dead.

With a start, Kezrin realized there was one person who knew the entirety of what had happened. But how to find her?