((Note: This is out of order; it happened before the beginning of the 'One Very Confused Goblin' arc))
Run.
That was usually the best option, and the first one she excercised.
Kezrin wasn't particularly clever, or strong, or much of a fighter. Nor
was she gifted in the arcane like her sister Myzzi. When trouble came,
she ran as far away as possible, and when that wasn't possible, she
relied on her friends to keep her safe.
The option that Ellua offered her, to take an unknown portal to somewhere,
seemed a bit risky, but it meant she'd be far away from the demon
outside of the tavern's door. It would be impossible for him to know
where she went, and all she would have to do it call back home on her
hearthstone, then wait for the all clear.
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
NOT Running Away... Promise
The next day, Kezrin examined the neatly packed bag; the AAMS had taught her how to
travel lightly and pack rather efficiently. After a moment’s thought,
she grabbed a couple of random books off her shelf and tucked them in a
free spot; she had no idea how long she’d be gone, afterall.
Wish TAE had been more specific.
After even a longer moment’s thought, she reached behind a couple of other books, knocking some over, to find the latest Oarwind novel and tucked that securely underneath a piece of clothing. On top of everything went the vial of ointment Iceia had made for the burn on her arm and a clean wrap for her wrist. She closed everything up, then she went to her desk to write a quick letter.
She wasn’t running away, but it was clearly a bad idea to continue staying at her home in Booty Bay where she’d be easy to find. She just… wasn’t sure what she was hiding from.
The question kept bothering her: as clearly crazy and homicidal Moradinel was, why hadn’t he killed her? Why offer to have her kill him? Why let her go? It was as if she were dealing with three different people who switched places more rapidly than a coin during a shell game.
At one point during his ravings he said she wasn’t safe. As ludicrous as the idea was that he’d be protecting her in some twisted manner, now she wasn’t sure she should dismiss the claim. Last night her friends had discovered evidence that Bragdus, or someone working with him, was causing trouble again.
So… whether it was an insane bipolar elf, evil demon, or something so far undefined, she wasn’t taking any chances. But neither was she going to run away; she finished her letter, written neatly in Thalassian, and signed her name.
She carefully folded up her letter, but then a tipped over book caught her attention, a worn copy of Meditation and Peace of Mind. Kezrin grabbed it off the shelf and set it next to her bag. She then unfolded the letter and added a quick postscript.
p.s. You asked for help; I think you need this book more than I do.
Letter went into envelope; envelope was tucked into a page of the book. She’d drop off both in the office, with the appropriate TAE fee included, before letting Brae know where she was going and how to find her.
Wish TAE had been more specific.
After even a longer moment’s thought, she reached behind a couple of other books, knocking some over, to find the latest Oarwind novel and tucked that securely underneath a piece of clothing. On top of everything went the vial of ointment Iceia had made for the burn on her arm and a clean wrap for her wrist. She closed everything up, then she went to her desk to write a quick letter.
She wasn’t running away, but it was clearly a bad idea to continue staying at her home in Booty Bay where she’d be easy to find. She just… wasn’t sure what she was hiding from.
The question kept bothering her: as clearly crazy and homicidal Moradinel was, why hadn’t he killed her? Why offer to have her kill him? Why let her go? It was as if she were dealing with three different people who switched places more rapidly than a coin during a shell game.
At one point during his ravings he said she wasn’t safe. As ludicrous as the idea was that he’d be protecting her in some twisted manner, now she wasn’t sure she should dismiss the claim. Last night her friends had discovered evidence that Bragdus, or someone working with him, was causing trouble again.
So… whether it was an insane bipolar elf, evil demon, or something so far undefined, she wasn’t taking any chances. But neither was she going to run away; she finished her letter, written neatly in Thalassian, and signed her name.
She carefully folded up her letter, but then a tipped over book caught her attention, a worn copy of Meditation and Peace of Mind. Kezrin grabbed it off the shelf and set it next to her bag. She then unfolded the letter and added a quick postscript.
p.s. You asked for help; I think you need this book more than I do.
Letter went into envelope; envelope was tucked into a page of the book. She’d drop off both in the office, with the appropriate TAE fee included, before letting Brae know where she was going and how to find her.
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