Like ALCATRAZ but with ELVES.

[nashrath]

[Nashrath is pacing just on the edge of the clearing, between the inn and the stables. She glares into the dark of the trees before stretching her arms to call on the spirits - she hums with power for a few moments, jaw set, before she seems to twist into nothing in a flash of white-blue

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[feigntalent]

[Oh hey, it's that one person from the day she arrived! Sabette drops down from where she was sitting in a magnolia tree and approaches very loudly from behind. Just to make sure she doesn't get a nasty spell flung at her face. Hey, it can happen.]

I tried that last week. Didn't work. Maybe if two people run through really fast, one of them might get out...

[She cranes her head up to look at the sky. Or facsimile thereof.]

Or maybe if somebody can reach the roof and jump as far away as possible, they'd pop out in whatever's beyond this place.

[nashrath]

Eh?

[She turns - oh. Girlhuman. She switches over to Common, reflecting that she's probably gotten more use out of the language in the past week then in the last eight years combined. She doesn't really appreciate the opportunity to become more fluent. She would rather have been allowed to forget it altogether.]

Oh, ah...Hi. Sorry about the other day, I guess.

[She's not meeting Sabette's eyes, nor does her tone seem to indicate anything but forced casualness. What, ACT like she's sorry? To a human? No way. CHANGE OF SUBJECT GO.]

Two people's worth a shot.

[She adjusts a leather bracer idly.]

What are you, a mage? Got any speed spells, potions, whatever, that you can pop for this?

[feigntalent]

[Awkward conversation is a go! Sabette scratches the back of her neck and peers into the woods.]

Oh. Uh, y-yeah. No worries, I... guess. After all, you didn't know. So... I guess it's okay.

[Hoo boy, if only the people back home could see this. It's probably for the best that they can't. There'd be a lot less talking and a lot more "holy crap it's the Horde quick kill it before it kills us". ...It's a lot more common than you might assume in Goldshire.]

A mage? No. A rogue. But I'm pretty sure I can pop something if need be. I'd just have to remember it. I don't use it except for running away from things trying to kill me.

[Like birds. And gnolls. And murlocs. And thugs. And most of the wildlife of Azeroth.]

[nashrath]

Eh, whatever keeps you alive.

I'm going to Ghost Wolf again. Don't flip out.

[Much humming and glowing goes here.]

[feigntalent]

Eh-!

[Don't flip out. A bit easier said than done. Still...]

All right. Ready.

[A few deep breaths is all she needs to prep for Sprinting out of here. It takes a lot of air to run that fast.]

[nashrath]

[The spirit nods curtly, then takes off like a shot into the trees, quite a bit faster than a human is normally able to run...key word there being normally.]

[feigntalent]

[Normally. But this isn't a normal situation. Sabette takes off like a shot in the other direction. If this place is one big loop, then she should run right past Nash on her way.]

[nashrath]

[The mist thickens to total opaqueness as usual, and she thinks she hears sprinting footsteps going past her, but can't tell where they're coming from...

...and then visibility returns and she's back in the garden again. Fuck!]

[feigntalent]

[She thinks she hears other footsteps while she runs, but she can't be sure. But when she emerges from the fog, it's from out of the woods. Across from where she started from.]

What the- why did that not work?!

[nashrath]

[Nashrath, now back in her regular skin, delivers a vicious kick to the head of the nearest tulip. It grows back almost immediately, to her great frustration.

She marches over to the fountain to meet Sabette halfway.]

I could hear you - I think we passed each other. Want to give it another go?

[feigntalent]

Sure. But that's all I'll be able to do.

[She sounds winded. Running's hard work! Especially if you've been sitting around eating rich food during the immediate past. Holy Light, she's getting out of shape. That's bad.]

If this doesn't work, I'm finding one of those dragons and kicking it right in the foot.

[nashrath]

Well, spirits, don't burst a blood vessel. We can chill for a bit before we go again - it's not like we're-

[She turns in the direction of the inn and the innKEEPERS.]

-GOING ANYWHERE!

[feigntalent]

Now who's the one blowing a blood vessel? Breathe, uh... shoot, I blanked on your name. Sorry. It's been crazy since I got here.

[Dead paladins showing up, unholy abominations that were once princes, blood elves, you name it, it's probably here somewhere.]

You think asking them would work?

XD

[nashrath]

As-

[Nashrath's mouth hangs open for a second, then closes with a snap. She makes a grab for Sabette's arm and, whether the human is coming with her or not, starts marching for the inn.]

:D?

[feigntalent]

[Holy crap, what just happened?! What'd she say?]

Wha- hey! Hey, leggo! What's the big idea?

[Wait...]

You haven't tried that yet?!

classic lulz

[nashrath]

No. Shut up.

[Where are those damn dragons?]