Saige returns to the town...

After being escorted back to town, Saige raises an eyebrow, confused about the sudden increase in patrols. The Knights had mentioned that the city was under something called a “lockdown”, but as she looked up, she didn’t notice anything different about the sky. Definitely no giant locks floating up there. They had questioned how she got out of the city in the first place, but Saige had just shrugged and continued on.

As she walks, she doesn’t seem to notice the remnants of battle or the harrowed looks on the faces of the people she passes. She hums a giddy tune as she makes way for the tavern, hoping to find some familiar faces.

"...and that's how you know that the tentacles are at the right tenderness. The real trick is getting the bits out of your teeth!" The elf in forest debris-covered clothing is chatting to a seemingly uninterested guard standing sentinel outside of the tavern. The Draconian guard has a stern expression on his face as he stares over the elf's shoulder, not focusing on him.

The elven speaker sighs contentedly, "I like talking to you. Your personality is almost as shiny as your overtly polished and gaudy breastplate."

Noticing Saige approach, he grins and waves, "Oh lookie! You look familiar. I think. Maybe. Maybe not. But there's always maybe!" He turns briefly back to the guard, "Really hate to cut this short, but others are awaiting my presence. I can't keep my doting friends in queue! Ta-ta!" As he skips away, the Draconian lets out a long breath through clenched teeth, squares his shoulders, and continues his watch.

The elf skips over to Saige, stopping in front of her in a dramatic bow. "Hello again or for the first time! Pleasant day, yes?"

As the elf approaches, Saige grins widely, returning his bow with a curtsy.

“Hi there! It is a very nice day, although I think the Knights were trying to trick me…” she looks up at the sky and mumbles, “I still don’t see anything…”

After a moment, she turns back to face Peyote and says, “I don’t think we’ve ever met before! Unless- wait a second. Were you secretly disguised as the tree that asked me to bring it a box of snails painted to look like dodecahedrons? Because I promise I haven’t forgotten! I’m just really bad at painting, and I can’t find a box, and the snails keep escaping, and I guess I should probably find a box first because then the snails wouldn’t escape, I don’t even know what a dodecahedron is-“

She blinks for a second, taking a breath.

“But if that wasn’t you, then hi! We are meeting for the first time. My name is Saige! Do you like rocks?”

The elf gazes upward, staring into the sky, "Is something supposed to happen up there? Dreadful to think something would interrupt this lovely day."

He turns his attention back to Saige, "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Saige. Or Mister Saige, perhaps? Or Miss-ter! I suppose there are plenty of possible honorifics... Doctor, Madame, Mistress... although the latter seems a bit presumptuous..."

He begins rambling incoherently, lost in thought.

“I don’t really know what an honorific is but a lot of people call me birdbrained! But I don’t really understand that because I don’t think I have any birds in my brain? To be fair though I haven’t checked, so I suppose I could.” Saige thinks for a second, then continues, “I wonder what kind of birds would be in my brain? I just hope it’s not a woodpecker. I don’t really like woodpeckers all that much. They can be kind of loud, but I think I would be able to tell because it would always be pecking me…”

She fiddles with her hands as she speaks, struggling to stand still.

“But anyway! I didn’t get your name! Were you heading into the tavern? I was hoping to find my friends.” She gasps loudly with a realization. “Maybe you could play a game with us! I really really like playing truth or dare poison shots! It gets super crazy, I poisoned myself like, so many times.”

Saige smiles excitedly, waiting for his response.

Miquella makes his way to the guild of light mumbling to himself as if he is in deep thought. He walks briskly as he turns the corner, and takes a moment to before walking again. He walks for no more the three seconds then stops , and turns around squinting as he sees two figures talking. After about ten seconds he finally recognizes Saige talking to Peyote before he starts to rush over. “Saige?! Where have you been? It feels like it’s been months before I saw you last? I’m just glad you’re safe with what is going on.” He then looks to Peyote and nods in his direction. “It’s a pleasure to meet you again.”