➶ quest

[Kitty~.]

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role;; rogue archer
race;; elven
tagged;; the party,
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Finding herself far more at ease, Allya let her gaze wander around the small, make-shift clinic. It appeared that the mage either couldn't afford luxuries or simply chose to live without them, more likely the former considering his 'charity work'. Throughout her travels, Allya had met many mages who abused their healing gifts, charging outrageous amounts for the poor and sickly, those who were far too desperate to consider cheaper alternatives. Especially in this time, with that horrible plague going around. From high on the rooftops or hidden among the trees, she had seen many plead and beg, sell away their lives for the safety of their loved ones. It disgusted her, but of course, Allya had never done anything about it. It wasn't her business and she had liked to keep it that way.

Nevertheless, the elf appeared to do a good job on Fabian, as he had on Alyce. When he mentioned rest, Allya gave a curt nod of agreement. They had trekked through Narivi nearly non-stop for days, desperate to desert the bone-chilling hellhole the forest had become. Not weeks before, Allya had been fine underneath its protective canopy. It had sheltered and hidden her, fed and watered. Now, it was something else entirely. It felt different. Strange. Off. Like the husk of something it once was. Still, they had been immensely relieved upon their escape, if heavily fatigued. It would be good to get a decent night's sleep. However, if they still intended on heading to get drinks (which was evidently unavoidable), the likelihood of that was minimal, but she was certain the two would definitely want to sleep when nursing their hangover/concussion combinations.

As they discussed his low prices, she arched a curious eyebrow. Such nobility and charity wasn't easily found across the lands - especially from one who had no doubt had the world ripped from underneath his feet. An elf and a mage? She couldn't imagine life had been easy. Yet, here he was, helping those less-fortunate, giving instead of taking. Allya couldn't say she would have done the same, but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate his efforts. It certainly helped them in their time of need. It was strangely gratifying to see at least one generous soul among the lecherous crowds, even if he was surely to be consumed in this dog-eat-dog world.

Upon his request, a scowl marred Allya's face. She wasn't fond of the Templars. They abused their power, using it to manipulate everyone from mages, humans, dwarves and elves alike. Granted, Allya didn't like many people, but these guys? Bad news. Elite training and horrible ideals all combined into one individual. She didn't frequent the business of the cities - was barely aware of what the group did there, but in the forests? With the elves? She had heard stories of what some had been subject to. She'd even been at the brunt end during a particularly risky attempt to loot their camp. To her displeasure, arrows bounced right off their thick armour usually. But that didn't stop her from aiming for their less-protected feet. Several Templars had lost their toes that day. Lips drawing into a thin line, she inclined her head. If she heard anything in her waking hours, she would let the man know.

Ignoring her mild shock for Fabian's acknowledgement of the request, Allya trailed a few feet behind Alyce and Fabian as they exited the stable. As she left, she gave a curt nod, murmuring a short 'thank you' to the mage. She was quite content with loitering behind them. She saw no reason to lead from here, given her limited knowledge of the area. She knew enough to get by, but not enough to lead them to a tavern. Surely, they could manage that themselves.

['pyrrhic]

Mira Amara ;; forty + years ;;
rouge dagger wielder / poisons ;; elven female
with;; The Party. ;; xxx ;; xxx

Mira watched all the happenings, her eyes following each movement as she leaned against the wall. Mira put her hands together and
placed them up to her lips, letting them rest in a praying position, though she never prayed to any god, and she didn't do it now, not
at the slightest. She thought back to curiosity, all the questions she had about these travelers. It was quiet curious that they were coming
through this part of the area, but she'd said it many times, and though it was fun annoying them all, she wanted to give them a break
if she was to get what she wanted. Mira didn't trust healers with her body, she made her own aliments, which always seemed to do the
job well. Mira soon looked around, the nonchalant look still appearing in her eyes. Mira did know of this healer, even though she couldn't
pick it from her memory. But Mira put that to rest, as the elven girl took note of all their conversations. The woman only acted like
she wasn't listening.

Templars. Mira rolled her eyes at the word, they were filthy scum who though they could throw anyone. Mira did remember the one
time one challenged her. His mistake, because she also remembered the fight, and her landing like a cat on the cobblestone as he
fell back. The moment where he started to curse her as she regained posture made her giggle in the back of the room, luckily, that
time she hadn't put poison on her weapons, still, that would've been his mistake for picking a fight with a smaller elven girl who looked
like something from an over - exaggerated painting of beauty. It was disrespectful in the first place that he cut down on her and the
underage villagers in the area. Templars were gross with their losses, and with their wins, they would never admit they were defeated,
or never stop admitting they won.

Mira didn't wait very long till she followed the last one out. She watched them all leave in their turns and looked at the area for a last time
before walking out with the others. "That thing is filthy." Mira said aloud to Fabian, referring to the hat. "Ever think about, I don't know,
getting rid of it?" Her voice was sarcastic and straightforward, she didn't seem to be phased by her rough words towards the man. He'd
get over it, her words anyway, maybe the hat as well. As she started to ignore all their behaviors, she looked around again. It took a lot
to get an elf drunk, and listening and watching Fabian and Alyce, she presumed that's where they wanted to go, a tavern. If Allya drank,
they'd most likely be the last standing and sane of the four. Mira could use a good amount of alcohol for all this, and she sighed.

[Wolvine]

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"I think... Hell, at the moment, I think the only thing I want to tell anyone is 'drinks on me.'I don't know Fabian, you're the one who wanted to keep it secret in the first place." Alyce couldn't see the harm; they'd lost most of their group within the first leg of the journey. They would need all the help they could get. Allya seemed to be a good sort, if the whole 'not leaving them to die in the middle of the Narivi even though they'd been keeping her captive' thing was anything to go by. She knew how to wield a weapon and seemed to have a good grasp on the lay of the land. They could a lot worse for company. "She seems like a good a choice as any. And we know her. But you're not on the best of terms. God, I don't know, you decide. You had better make up your mind quick though. Not sure she's planning to stick around."

She stretched her arms up into the air, relishing the feeling of no constant, horrible, crippling pain. Funny how quickly one got used to being in constant agony. She hadn't really realised how much it had hurt until it was gone. It really was amazing to be free. It would be even more amazing when she was drunk. "Well, I don't know about the rest of you," she called out cheerily, raising her voice so the others could hear her, "but I am very, very ready to get very, very pissed." It would be good practice! How were they, after all, meant to find a legendary chalice if they couldn't even find a tavern? "You have to join us, Allya. My treat. Well, dead-merchants-we-found-in-the-woods treat technically but its the thought that counts, right?" Pressuring the archer into joining them would give Fabian more time to think. And it could be potentially interesting.

With this in mind, she lead the way, a slight spring in her step, back towards the town's centre. As they got closer and more people milled into view, she stopped a young man, the ideal customer for such a business, and asked him where one could get a drink around here. He looked a little stunned, intimidated perhaps by the large number of blades close by. Maybe he thought he was about to get robbed at knife-point. He gave stammered directions to a place called "The Queen's Garters" (she was fairly confident she hadn't asked for a brothel, but hey, she'd take it!) and then scuttled off, anxious to get going. Alyce turned and beamed at her companions before following the man's instructions.

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The tavern was a large, looming building. The sound of buoyant, if somewhat slurred, voices drifted out. The light peeking out from under the heavy wooden door was a delightful sickly yellow against the dusk. A man lingered against a wall, 'inconspicuously' keeping his back to the street as he attended to his business. The smell of sweat and alcohol was strong even from here, and Alyce breathed it in with relish. Just like home.

They were going to be noticed no matter what they did, so Alyce took it upon herself to make sure their entrance was a grand one. She slammed open the door and sauntered in, offering sharp grins at those who turned to gawk. The Garters was clearly a steaming cesspit for all of Daemarel's lowlife. She'd fit right in.

She caught sight of a group of delightfully scabby men passing some playing cards around, engaged in what appeared to be some variation of Druid, a particular favourite betting game of hers. It was tempting, but she'd refrain from preying on those poor fools for now. The advantage of being somewhere new was that nobody here knew just how good she was. Whatever she spent tonight, she'd be sure to earn it back from these louts. Fishing around her money pouch, she pulled out a couple of silvers and palmed them off to Fabian. "I'm paying, sort of, so you go get the drinks. We'll find somewhere to sit." A task less easy than it appeared. Most tables were occupied by an assortment of colourful folk. The table nearest to them had only one remarkably fish-like individual, who stared at them with bulging eyes until they moved past. Oh, this really was like being back in the Unicorn. Alyce was ecstatic.

[Keriae]

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xxxxxxxage: twenty seven
xxxxxxxclass: warrior-knight
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In the end, Alyce's words didn't really help. Fabian had been hoping for a black-and-white answer, but instead all he got was an answer that told him to decide on his own. Part of him wondered why he had ever asked Alyce, but she had made some good points. He had wanted to keep it a secret, because things were safer that way. And they knew Allya, somewhat. She'd not left them to die in the forest (surprising given their welcome of her) and that had to be worth something. She knew a little of healing, which was more than himself and Alyce put together. They could do a damn sight worse than have her with them. Over the course of the last few days, Fabian had, albeit grudgingly, started to respect her, instead of, well, acting like he had before. Frankly, they were still alive because of her.

The thought of getting drunk was welcome. Alyce would no doubt try to drink him under the table (again), but after everything they had been through, they definitely deserved to get so pissed they could hardly stand. Being drunk - or, watching everyone get drunk quicker than him - would give him time to think, too, if he could think with all the ruckus of a tavern around him. Which, when they arrived at the tavern, proved to be very loud. But it was just as he had expected and was exactly like his regular tavern too. He'd be lying if he didn't admit it felt familiar and very welcome. Alyce, ever the over-dramatic idiot she was, took it on herself to give them the "best" entrance she could before palming off some silver onto him and telling him he was buying the drinks. It wasn't his money, and if this place was anything like The Filthy Unicorn, just a few coins of silver could keep them going for at least half the night, if not longer. Just as long as the ale wasn't as awful as they were used to. Nonetheless, it was a busy place, and that must mean something.

Weaving through the crowd turned out to be particularly easy. Probably because of the blade at his hip, but he wasn't complaining. He even got served in a quick fashion; he had no idea what anyone wanted other than Alyce, so he got three tankards of ale and a bottle of wine for himself. They could have the watery brew for all he cared, and if they wanted more they could go and get it themselves.

[Kitty~.]

a l l y a
role;; rogue archer
race;; elven
tagged;; the party,
Ilian and Mira
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Even if Allya didn't intend on getting pissed, the thought of resting her sore feet was more than appealing. Sitting down and having a bite to eat sounded really good about then. A sigh flew from her lips. Her empty pockets weren't all that promising, however. Her ears burnt, and she got the feeling that ahead, they were speaking of her. She eyed them carefully, eventually giving a shrug of her shoulders. Either she was slipping or she was far too worn out. Eavesdropping was a swift, effective way of deducing future events - such as executions or murders. It was always nice to know what was happening a few steps ahead of time. It might have been her imagination, but she felt as though their hostility had dramatically lessened since the previous demon-bear incident. She never used to watch her elven companions like a hawk, so why should she need to do the same for them?

'Maybe because you've only known them for a couple of days? They did kidnap you', a little voice in the back of her head persisted. Rolling her shoulders, she attempted to ease the tension in her coiled muscles. Yes, there was that fact, but it wasn't like she was going to be frolicking arm-in-arm through fields of daisies with them anytime soon. She'd keep them at arms length, but she didn't need to twist that arm around their back.

Allya snorted at Alyce's initial comment and drew closer to the group so she could hear with further ease. At her second request, however, she stared rather skeptically, her lips pursing into a thin line. Clearing her throat, she said slowly, "I don't usually drink...but I will join you, if only for the entertainment." Not one for dirty taverns and the filthy stench of alcohol, the thought of seeing Fabian, Alyce and even this new elf utterly wasted was something even she daren't miss. What was that phrase again? 'Never look a gift horse in the mouth'. The human idiom appeared to suit the situation spectacularly. Originally, Allya hadn't intended on staying. She was going to bail when the two were passed out under the benches, but what was the harm? Although a little brutish, they appeared relatively genuine which was less than she could say for herself. Perhaps it would be pleasant engaging in the company of others for once and if not, it was bound to be at least amusing.

'The Queen's Garters' was just about as disgusting and low-life as you'd expect it to be, filled to the brim with drunks and, well...drunks. Allya wasn't sure she could spot an individual who wasn't at least a little buzzed. She followed close behind Alyce and Fabian, head low and shoulders tense. Of course Alyce's entrance had been nothing but grand - should she have expected anything less? The attention upon the group was extremely unwanted by the elven archer and she did well to shadow the two humans in the ragtag group.

Vacant tables were few and far between, the tavern apparently extremely popular amongst the people of Daemarel. In one of the less-occupied corners of the building, by her luck, Allya spotted an empty bench. There was a sheen to it that undoubtedly told of spilt drinks, but considering where they were, she doubted that was the least of their worries. She sidled over to the seats, the tension easing from her body as she slid into one herself. After days of being on her feet, it was a relief to give them a rest.

['pyrrhic]

Mira Amara ;; forty + years ;;
rouge dagger wielder / poisons ;; elven female
with;; The Party. ;; xxx ;; xxx

They reached a bar, run down as it always was. For the fun of it, she teased their waiter, dropping a small bag of gold on the table,
a smirk on her face as she slapped down two pieces for their finest wine. It felt pretty good to sit down, thought following the three
was entertaining enough, like any human male, this 'Fabian' would get very, very, very drunk... she wouldn't miss the short tolerance of a
human crumble to her habits of fine wine. The one elf said she didn't drink, Mira glanced over at the other elven woman with a nod "I guess
that makes sense." Mira said with a blank expression and a look around.

The money she'd placed on the table was supposed to be for transit around the area, specifically getting out of the area.. But spending it on
something better was always frowned upon, especially with her race of men. Where the money had come from... Now that's a interesting
story about a rich man and his butler.. One of the more fun jobs she'd done from the start. No she hadn't killed anyone, someone just did
happen to fall into a sleep... One where their heart stopped and never started.. That was a dishonest story that she wouldn't feel great to
tell, and she needed more of this gold to actually tell it.

Mira hung her head as she firmly placed her elbows on the table and held herself up. Her hair fell over her shoulders and into her face,
while her shirt started to fall off her shoulder and droop onto her arm. The corset stopped her from leaning over and slouching, and she
closed her eyes for a while, her legs crossed under the table and her blue eyes fluttered open as she looked around once again, through
her curly and bouncy hair. Mira brought her hands together, rubbing them as she closed her eyes again, she'd sworn she felt dirt peel off
her hands as she rubbed them. As she started to relax, she silently sighed, her head seeming to hang lower, the exhaustion was getting
to her, yet she stayed awake, listening to all conversations around the bar. Slurred words.. The men to their right talked about rude ways
to insult one another, while behind them they sang annoying songs they'd probably just made up... And far off, there were a few conversations
about one man's mother.. It was all so equivalent to nonsense that she chuckled in her place. She hoped that'd be them, very soon... But
first, she needed to clear some things from her head. The wine bottles sat by her place, and she opened her eyes to examine the brand and
the look of it, nodding to herself and smirking.

[Wolvine]

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Alyce slid onto the seat opposite Allya, slouching back and allowing her eyes to close a little. God, she was tired. Now that she didn't feel like her ribs were forcing their way through her skin, she could really enjoy feeling like her feet were melting off her legs. It was nice to finally be able to relax. She really, really hated nature.

She watched with mild interest as the mystery elf, who had tagged along and didn't appear to have any interest in leaving, examined a wine bottle. "Hope you're not expecting anything of quality. They'll top off the bottles with water." If you were lucky. There were far more unpleasant things to dilute the wine with. Alyce didn't tend to dwell on what, exactly, went into what she drank. She considered, briefly, asking mystery elf her name, but then remembered she didn't care enough.

Her gaze swept across the room, lingering on the pretty tavern maid who was clearing up a recently vacated table. When she turned and caught Alyce's eye, the rogue offered a not quite flirtatious but only just bordering, smile, before dragging her eyes away to a cluster of men talking in hushed whispers. How serious was Fabian about finding something about this Templar, she wondered. It wouldn't take long to see what anyone in here knew. At least she was good at finding information, if not much else.

Her eyes flickered close for a second, the warmth of the tavern making her feel relatively safe. It was a mistake. Immediately, images of the bear manifested, its jaws dripping with the blood... She snapped upright, knocking herself hard against the table. Swearing, she rubbed at her head, trying not to let her breath come too fast. God, she wasn't built for dealing with this sort of thing. She took a drink. She paused. She took several drinks.

"So, Allya. It occurs to me that we know almost... nothing at all about you. Where are you from exactly?" Anything to start conversation. The more they talked, the easier it would be to drink, the quicker they could get to the getting-obscenely-drunk-and-forgetting-about-demon-bears-in-the-woods part. And knowing more about their possible companion couldn't hurt; she knew where they were from, after all. It would only be common courtesy to fill them in.

[Keriae]

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❛''''ＡＮＤ Ｉ＇Ｍ ＮＯＴ ＢＡＣＫＩＮＧ ＤＯＷＮ
I WILL STAND MY GROUND! I WILL STAND MY GROUND!
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WHAT THEY CALL ME NOW!

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xxxxxxxage: twenty seven
xxxxxxxclass: warrior-knight
xxxxxxxtagged: party

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It didn't take long to spot his companions at the table they had found, though making his way over to it proved to be a different thing altogether. Whereas getting to the tavern's bar had taken hardly any effort, in this direction the tables were closely packed and the men took up all the room between them. It was rowdy, filthy and smelt worse than the Unicorn, but he nonetheless heard snatches and snippets of gossip. In fact, he did hear something about templars, though the man saying it was so far in his cups he was all but laying on the table and he could hardly speak, so Fabian chose to ignore what he had said, as there was no guarantee that it was true. Next to him, however, was a man who was nowhere near as drunk, and he was talking to a man on the table behind them, who happened to have a lovely looking woman seated on his knee, kissing his temples and giggling.

"Yeah, I 'eard that there was some templars near the east gate. Dunno what they're looking for, 'cause they didn't have a mage with 'em, but if it ain't obvious I ain't telling." That was all Fabian needed to hear that the elven male who had healed them was in some kind of danger. They'd have to go back tomorrow, that much was certain, so he would tell him. Whether or not it changed anything, and whether or not they heard anything else, was another matter. Once he was a few bottles in he wouldn't be listening anyway.

Pushing his way through the crowd, Fabian managed to reach the table where his companions had seated themselves and slid a tankard of ale over to Alyce and Allya. Where their unnamed elven companion had procured a bottle of wine from, he didn't know, but he placed the third tankard in the middle of the table. Whoever wanted it could have it. At that time Alyce decided to question Allya as Fabian pushed her sideways to leave enough room for him to sit down. The bench was sticky with dried drinks, but it was a seat and that was all he cared about. Other than getting as drunk as he could. And was all he wanted to do, other than watching Alyce inevitably end up on the floor. Using his teeth to remove the cork from the bottle, Fabian wasted no time in starting his drinking endeavour; unlike Mira (not that he knew her name) who was examining the dirty, peeling label. "Reading the label won't make it taste any better."

[Kitty~.]

a l l y a
role;; rogue archer
race;; elven
tagged;; the party,
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Allya scooted across as Alyce sat beside her, giving the both of them a solid amount of personal space as Fabian also sidled up. Expression neutral, she watched the others drown themselves in the liquor, a tiny part of her contemplating whether she too should join them. No, she wasn't fond of alcohol in the first place - the way it disorientated and dizzied. To drink around this lot would surely be some type of mistake resulting in humiliation at the very least. She nodded curtly at the other elf's words, not bothering to indulge with a spoken response.

The question from Alyce came as something of a surprise. Until then, she and Fabian had been quite content with knowing her name, occupation and little else. She supposed they had been a little preoccupied, you know, fighting demon bears thereafter, but the lack of interest certainly hadn't fazed her. She'd been happy to refrain from divulging such information. Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, Allya pursed her lips. "You two aren't exactly open books either," she countered, frowning. Even so, she thought to oblige them with at least something. After the bear incident, they hadn't exactly been entirely hostile towards her. In fact, insults (courtesy of Fabian) had been at a minimum. If she did intend to wander with them for some time, it would do well to build a little trust. "I originated by a small woodland not far from Zaherell, but I have not since returned for some time," she said. She had mentioned she was a traveler. After leaving the small cottage she had once called home, Allya had seen no reason to reconcile with her past. She did not wish to.

Quietly clearing her throat, she glanced down at her interlaced hands. If the night was going to continue with more Q and A she might need to consider that drink, she thought dryly. Something had been biting her for quite some time, though. Training her steely eyes on Fabian and Alyce, she pondered what exactly had brought them to Narivi. When hinting to the question earlier in their travels, the two had tactfully (or less so) avoided the subject. Surely it wasn't that important. Although foreigners weren't particularly known for venturing the thick woods, it was a well-used route for merchants and those wishing for swift travels. Now, however, did not seem to be the time nor the place to ask, so she instead diverted her attention to the other elf. Voice cold and even, she asked, "Who are you, exactly?" The woman had been trailing by them for some time now and it honestly irked Allya not knowing who she was or her intentions. She was...suspicious to say the least. Or maybe Allya was just paranoid. Either way, she hoped to know at least the identity of this elf before she too was too drunk for coherent thought.

['pyrrhic]

Mira Amara ;; forty + years ;;
rouge dagger wielder / poisons ;; elven female
with;; The Party. ;; xxx ;; xxx

The dagger wielder chuckled at what Fabian had said about the label, still looking at the peeling label. The elf had noticed how most
of them averted attention to her. The group was very... Interesting to say at least. Mira didn't mind to be classy, she popped open the
bottle and smirked. Still she raised herself up to her full posture that she knew she wouldn't have for long if questions kept up like this.
Before doing anything else, she dusted off her corset and pants before glancing back up at the group, rolling her eyes and sighing loudly.
"Mira Amara, is my full name.. I have no nice nicknames that you may know me by. I was a high elf of Famir, lada lada royalty... My
actual name is Miralis.. But no one ever calls me that." Mira said as she glanced up to the group.

Famir, a large kingdom where all the richest, highest elves go... Despised by many because of the wealth and prosperity of the place,
no one ever bothers to share the title in a friendly way, just one of great arrogance. No, Mira was not proud to be part of a bragger
country... But her parents had lived there all their lives, and raised her to be this ladylike girl that gets whatever she wanted... That
did not work out well. The marble palaces and gold pillars were never where Mira felt at home, and the fact she wore a dress everywhere
didn't help her either. The small city was located far away in a desolate grassland with few trees, it prospered faster than seconds, and
it was where many wealthier elves thrived. It was beautiful and packed with the best of people, to themselves. Everyone's lust for power had
drove Mira away, and all the youthful were taught how to be inconsiderate snobs to anyone outside, sarcasm was frowned upon, and anyone
with lower power or wealth was spat on. Many wealthy races lived here, and this is why disease never entered the small area... Even if those
with greed wanted everyone there to die off... It never did come to be. Deaths were celebrated for the more and more riches that poured
into the family's hands, and everyone was so lustful for the power they already had made Mira sick.

Thinking back made her roll her eyes and take a swig of the bottle she held, and sighed. True, that she ran away from that wretched place,
but not without the price of fending for herself and learning to use knives and poisons. The elf liked to think she was humble and honest to most she
met, and curiosity had struck now that the group of three had swept through the town.. What she didn't think about (no, she did.)
is her thoughts of
maybe seeking redemption for the things she did to others while she was 'royalty'. She was, not only rude, but very, very unhelpful to those around
her... This could be her shot to prove to herself that she isn't that person anymore.. 'I guess I am more mortal than I thought', she thought to herself
as she shook her head at her own thoughts.