Storm scoffs. "Nah. Hate to break it to you but you've been gone about two months now as far as I know. And your fiance went to the embassy around the same time so he's been gone too."
She shrugs. "I dunno where he's at now though. Or honestly, if he's even alive. Though I'm guessing if Foresetidale was going to give him a death sentence for trespassing they would have announced it already."
Storm's brow scrunches. "Does anyone know why he would be dumb enough to turn himself in? What in the planes made him do that? I heard he was at the Seshtau embassy before he went in and that's about the same time that rumor started about the Baroness here siccing her flesh golem on someone."
She looks to Jade. "The fuck happened with that, by the way? It doesn't seem like you to just... Do that. So who set you off?" Her eyes widen. "Oh shit. Was it- Uh. Tris- Zoo? Whatever he's going by now. Did he do something to piss you off and that's what made him turn himself in?"
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Storm shakes her head in response to Saige and continues to watch Vesta. She folds her arms across her chest and nods.
"Yeah. Heard your fiance walked into the embassy and got himself arrested. Haven't heard anything else about him since. But I've been with Saige helping to defend the town." She lifts one shoulder in a shrug. "What happened to you anyways, Vesta? You've been gone a while."
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Storm watches Vesta and her reaction to Saige. When Saige clings to her, she shifts casually towards the wild elf in return.
Storm silently watches the interaction between Jade and Vesta.
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Storm grins and lifts her arm to point at the ramtovi walking down the street with her arms folded across her chest. "That one. BUT!"
Storm quickly grabs the back of Saige's cloak before she can dash off. "She doesn't look too happy. So maybe we don't surprise her?"
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The lightning Draconian bursts out of Zuiigri's house and heads straight for the Mage's Guild, weaving between the people in her path and trying not to trample them.
She heads inside and briskly approaches the front desk. She slams two gold pieces onto the counter, snapping the Mage's Guild member out of their work. They look up at her as she reaches beyond and snatches the quill from his hand, which he immediately begins protesting, and then swipes a blank parchment. She tears it in half and then scribbles a quick message before shoving quill and parchment back into the members face.
"I need you to send this. Right now. It's urgent." Storm inhales and exhales deeply, trying to keep her breathing under control.
The young mage looks at the parchment in his face and takes it from her. Then he stands and swipes the two gold off the countertop.
"Please, follow me." The mage says and leads Storm over to send the missive.
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As soon as the missive is sent, Storm exits the Mage's Guild and disappears into the crowd in the streets.
Standing a few feet from the Mage's Guild doors, an elf with long blonde hair watches Storm leave the Mage's Guild then turns on heel and heads in the opposite direction.
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Storm leaves the tavern after her interaction with Thrixel and Nill and heads straight for the Mage's Guild.
She pauses outside the doors of the MG, takes a deep breath, and then walks inside. She walks right up to the counter and sets down a gold.
"I dunno how much it costs but I need to send a missive."
The receptionist nods. "It's a gold, miss."
Storm pushes the gold closer to the receptionist. "Great. Paper?"
The receptionist hands Storm a paper and quill. She quickly scribbles down her missive and passes it off.
Ten minutes later, Storm is waiting in the common room when a missive appears in front of her. She grabs it out of the air and reads. When she's finished, she reaches up and snaps her fingers on the corner of the page so it lights up and burns to ash in her hands.
Storm then exits the guild and heads down the street, disappearing into the crowd.
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The barkeep watches with an unamused look on his face as Thrixel tosses the spoon over his shoulder. When Thrixel asks for another, the lack of amusement becomes something close to anger.
"No! I'm not givin' ya another oneuh my spoons fer ya tah toss it over yer shoulder onto my floor! Now pick tha' up!" He leans on the counter, hands pressing into the wood as he stares Thrixel down. "Make a mess of my tavern and I'll see ya out that door!"
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As soon as he pinches her arm, Storm turns a snarl at him. "Don't touch me!"
She stares at Thrixel, teeth bared, for several seconds. And then she shakes her head. She turns back to her drink, chugs the rest of it down, and then slides off the barstool. She begins mumbling to herself though her mumbling gets louder and louder as she walks.
"Fucking fae. Fucking Stella. Fucking war!" Her mumbling ends in a loud: "FUCK!"
She marches through the tavern, slamming the doors open as she passes through them, and disappears into the street.
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Storm drops back onto her barstool as Nill returns to her seat.
The barkeep shouts at them. "This is a fine tavern! I don't need nobody climbing on my shit! Keep yer friend on a leash or sumthin'!"
Storm groans and presses her hands to her temples. "Sorry. Sorry."
When Thrixel touches Nill and she spazzes out and runs for the door, Storm can only watch. She sighs, turning back to her mug. She wraps her hands around the mug and hugs herself to it, groaning and mumbling to herself. Then she huffs a breath and looks at Thrixel.
"Ya know. Kinda rude to go grabbing someone's wings like that. How would you like it if someone did that to you?" Her expression turns flat. "Ya know what, don't answer that. I don't think I want to know."
Then she turns back to her drink.
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As soon as Nill scrambles up onto the counter, the barkeep's head snaps in her direction. Storm tries to reach for her as she passes by. The barkeep stumbles over himself to race towards her as she leaps onto the cabinets.
"No! NO NO NO! YOU!" He waves his rag at her and hops up and down. "You get down from there! NOW!"
Storm jumps up from her seat and barks. "NILL! DOWN!"
The barkeep turns to Storm. "Get her down!"
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Storm quirks an eyebrow. "Dance... Fatigue...?"
She shakes her head and sighs. "Sure. Sure. That's it exactly. Has nothing to do with the..."
She sighs again. Then lifts her mug to her lips and drinks. When she lowers it to the counter again, she stares into the mug. Then she takes in a sharp breath and turns back to look at Thrixel.
"So, you came for a dance? And something about seven squirrels?" She rubs her forehead with her thumb. "So..." She presses her lips together and hums for a second. "Nope. Can't say that." She blows out a breath. "So, are you looking for someone or something?"
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Looking around the tavern, there are a few other patrons though it is quiet for this time of day. The patrons in the tavern all show signs of malnutrition and their eyes droop with exhaustion. No one seems to be paying any attention to the three of them, however, as they are all involved in their own conversations or daydreams of a better life.
Storm looks around. "Yeah. People are dying. They're broke. Volaire is in a bad way right now, Thrixel. We can't even leave the city right now for all the fighting still raging around us." She looks at the chaos fae and sighs. "You... Have no idea what's going on around here, do you?"
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Storm nods. "Oh oh. Gotcha. Okay."
She shakes her head. "You are not..." She chuckles and sighs. "Nevermind..."
Then turns her attention back to Thrixel. "So... Chaos faerie? Gooooot it. Sure. Sure. Of course."
She tries to stifle a chuckle and then gives up, dropped her face in her hand and shaking her head while mumbling. "For chaos, he sure does hit the nail riiiiight on the head."
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Storm watches Thrixel with a raised eyebrow, and after he does a pushup and gets stuck in his counting, she grins.
And chuckles.
But when Nill makes her declaration, Storm's eyes snap to her and the smile drops from her face, taking on a more curious look. "What does it mean to be 'Unchosen', Nill? Why is he 'Unchosen'?"
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Storm leans away when Thrixel leans over her mug, her wings flutter to keep her balanced on the stool. "Woah, hey-"
She leans forward again, swirling the mug lightly. "It's just ale. Might as well be water though for all the good it's doing me."
The draconian tilts her head at Thrixel. "So, if you don't know where you're from... And don't know where you're going... What are you... Doing?"
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