oh look, fresh blood!
[A certain banshee queen can be seen wandering about outside the inn, bow in hand and a quiver of arrows slung across her back.] Out of the fire, into the frying pan and back, it would seem. If any such beings of "higher power" deem it necessary to continue spiriting me wherever they please, the least they could do is keep me away from places such as that miserable island.
[She continues to wander, stalking the grounds around the fountain, moving back towards the well. She doesn't look all too happy to be here-- but it's about ten times better than the last place she had been forcibly transported, that was for sure.]
With Varimathras gone, I can rest relatively easy... though my throne remains all but unguarded, it no longer faces the threat of being forcibly seized in my absence. Still, it would seem that I have once again become captive to some unknown force.
[A moment of silence as she turns about.] Though it is better than that accursed dog pound... my ire will not go unnoticed. I will see to that.
[She continues to wander, stalking the grounds around the fountain, moving back towards the well. She doesn't look all too happy to be here-- but it's about ten times better than the last place she had been forcibly transported, that was for sure.]
With Varimathras gone, I can rest relatively easy... though my throne remains all but unguarded, it no longer faces the threat of being forcibly seized in my absence. Still, it would seem that I have once again become captive to some unknown force.
[A moment of silence as she turns about.] Though it is better than that accursed dog pound... my ire will not go unnoticed. I will see to that.