My fingers run over the velvety petals of the flower. After counting six I gently grip the stem and pull the flower to my face, smelling the perfume and realizing that it was the peacebloom, not the herb I was wanted. My hand glides over smooth wood a little more to the right of the shelf. Slowly my fingers inch to the back of the shelf before encountering the bundle of dried plants tied with string. The leaves rustle as I lift the herbs off the shelf and pull them closer. After an inquisitive sniff, I realize that it's not the plant I wanted.
"He must have moved them when he tried to help me . . ."
Crisara slept fitfully in her apartment beneath the Slaughtered Lamb. Her dreams were disturbing and confusing. A mix of memory from her time with Victoria and the evil she’d committed, her parents and sister when they were alive and well, her mother and sister’s deaths, and a confusing jumble of molten rock hurtling across her vision and drowning. She woke several times in the early night, forcing herself to calm down and return to slumber. She wished fervently that Wacune was home instead of off in Durotar or the Barrens or wherever Staroda sent him this time. She drifted off again, this time to blackness.
Crisara paced through Darkshire, periodically checking the Scarlet Raven for Darlain.
When she finally saw the dwarf waiting by the innkeeper, a shiver of excitement travelled up her spine. She entered the inn and greeted Darlain.
“Thank you for meeting me.” She said.
“Well…least I could do, ‘un.” Darlain responded. Crisara’s eyes were very bright, her body tense.
“I found her, found where she is hiding.” She said, her voice high.
“You were careful, right?” Darlain said.
“Yes, and Victoria doesn’t seem to be around.” Crisara responded.
Crisara shook as she put pen to paper, writing furiously, applying perhaps too much pressure to the pen.
I have vital information regarding my evil copy. I would like to meet with you in Darkshire to discuss and perhaps act on this information. You are the only person whose word the Dragoons will trust that I believe will help me. If you feel the need you may bring a trusted Meddler with you. Please let me know a good time for you to meet me. Please hurry.
Lirriel sighed as she looked over the letters she'd written. On the desk was an array of stamps and seals, signifiers of her positions in the Alliance's many faction. The petite priestess grimaced. She didn't like to exert the influence she'd gained simply by doing what was needed, what was right. But this was a case she couldn't ignore, not when a friend and colleague was being endangered.
So the annoying fly would get no where else to hide. Her own kind didn't want her, and Lirriel had already seen to it that Dalaran wasn't a safe place to run after a previous encounter. It seemed now that she was going to have to call in more favors to tighten the noose further.
Crisara stopped at the mailbox on the way back to the Lamb. She resented Rillia’s intrusion at the Moonwell. The letter was hard enough to write without distractions. After a moment’s pause Crisara shoved the letter addressed to Cerwis into the mailbox before heading inside, hoping to find Wacune in the room they shared, she needed some support tonight.
I am sorry to bother you. I know the last thing you want is to hear from me. I just wanted to give you something to think about in regards to Staroda’s decision to trust me.
Staroda sat in the upper level of the Golden Leaf, going over papers left behind by Ze. Another pile sat to his left, this one full of legal jargon that made the warrior grind his teeth in frustration. Freeing Ze - and giving him back control of the Myst - was hard to do, at least from a legal standpoint.
Shuffling papers, he came across one written in Ze’s handwriting. Glancing over it, he saw a list of things Ze was considered doing to force Star to leave the Dragoons. The Kaldorei just shook his head in frustration. He was also surprised - Ze actually wrote something down? If only the other warrior had remained MIA…
Judging from Cerwis’s reaction the night before, as well as the Major’s, it seemed he was being looked at as near a traitor. His time serving, honorably, were worthless, and of no consequence. He wondered if some of the other Dragoons would think that way. At least there was one that understood.
They came one at a time, although they all arrived within the same few minutes or so. When Star walked into the inn, in Honor Hold, Drakius was already sitting there, staring off into space. Star joined him, and the two talked quietly. Eventually Crisara drifted in, the warlock girl giving the two Kaldorei a look before leaning on a rail. Ze came in shortly after that, and the faint motion of movement said that Rillia was around some where as well. They all gathered near the fire and talked over the plan.
"Lay her down there. Return to me, stones from the well. We need to warm her up."
It had been a week since Akki had been freed from that cold darkness. She was beginning to feel warmth in her limbs again, but the struggle for control over her body had been all but moot. With such a stretch of time alone, with such loss of ones senses, made her wonder where her reality really lie. She had wanted to help Ze and had found what she thought was a lead towards a murderer, but had found something so much more.
"...'s the lass goin' ta be ok?"