't had been a horrendous day for the sin'dorei assassin so far; the oh so demanding archmage Khadgar had made him run around the city of Dalaran fetching items and taking out threats and what was his price?! Being teleported in middle of a forest with nothing but his gear on his back! Efrain shook his head in displease, his elven senses being haywire from the trip, and the odd new scents and feelings that surrounded him. But he didn't panic, he couldn't, he sat down to think. @efrain-the-elf
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Summer is coming to its end, fall rides on the breeze that blows gently throughout the valley. Maev wanders silently throughout the forest, a basket half full of mushrooms tucked into the bend of her elbow. The trees are dense, and mushrooms are stsrti g to grow sparse as she continues walking. The ones she find are small and inedible. Any other time she would be more than happy to take them, but she's collecting for food right now, not potions and spells.
"Perhaps half a basket will do for now..." she says softly to herself. She doesn't have much to do tomorrow, maybe she can go looking elsewhere then.
She begins to take another step, to start on her way home, but something catches her eye. Or, rather, someone. They don't look like anyone she's ever seen wandering about or visiting the valley. They look kind of lost - but what if they aren't? She wonders briefly if she should approach, but second guesses herself as any witch about to walk into a social situation does - most who know of witches aren't so fond of them...
Have they noticed her yet? She must stand out amongst all the green in her completely black outfit. Her wide-eyed gaze is obscured from view by the wide brim of her hat, but most say they can still feel it on them - she doesn't believe it's a good thing with how they say it.