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Laeral, Boulon Brother's Inn

Once again Illeyssa found herself in the room of this establishment, though her mind was elsewhere as she moved past the owner and for one of the open table. The place was slightly less crowded and noisy with the leave of the Legion but the faces that were gone for a night's sleep were here now to catch their first glimpse of the orc. The Owner watched her move past with a suspicious eye, but since she didn't engage him, he didn't bother with her. At this point the light in here was the same as out there to her, the difference in weather more of a minute detail to be overlooked. So much time now had to go into her predictions, thoughts and questions that seemed natural to her before were ever present with the influence of dragons on Norr. Such a strong distortion was troubling and she felt like an apprentice again. Of the world around her, she could feel the presence of Dormund and his Worgs close by, and she had no doubt Silvyar was hugging close. Maybe Brack and his brother Gormun had moved off for a meal or drink. It had been a day since they had eaten.

Her mind was reflected in, ignoring what her eyes saw, of the picture before her as Dormund waved off Silvyar and the startled apprentice moved over to the brothers instead, their heads turning to her as she waved them close, speaking to them about something. The pair watched each other and rose, hands close to their weapons as they opened the door into the beginnings of the rain and departed. The apprentice watching them leave the door, before returning to a seat close by Illeyssa, a faint smile on her lips as if she was self assured about something.

She had watched her apprentice do all this but she didn't focus on her reality. As her thoughts wrapped about her to assure and calm the storm of her mind, it seemed like the storm outside was just beginning.