Nill reacts immediately to the draconian’s snarl, flinching hard as she jerks backwards. She stumbles onto the floor, frantically searching the room for another place to hide. Finding nothing, she bolts.

Vesta startles at the ordeal, her hand tightening reflexively in Zukar’s as she tries to process what just happened.

“Nill, what-”

But the pixie is already out the door.

Vesta stares after her, hesitating for a moment as if considering following, but ultimately shrugs and stays where she is. Her attention shifts back to Storm, lips curling into a slight frown.

“If you’re in that bad of a mood, I won’t bother you with it.” She says, her tone neutral. “I’m trying to avoid another conflict with the party.”

She rises from her seat, smoothing her skirts as she does, then reaches back for Zukar.

“We can just head to the Mage’s Guild, esha vel.”

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