The scarred girl strode silently along, alert as always to her surroundings even with her thoughts elsewhere.
She had been able to tolerate the mapmaker recently - since he'd been paying for her drinks. But her patience had worn thin, and then to the breaking point with a comment made earlier this evening. Fortunately circumstances had intervened and it had not been pursued. Still, it was mostly that which had turned her feet in a particular direction after leaving the tavern. A particular direction intended to lead to a particular blind sorceress.
Hopefully she'd not get a tree dropped on her head this time. Though of late she's been far more polite to Kyra, since the end of the Ashfiend matter and the beginnings of working on something far more dear to the girl's heart. Besides, there wasn't really anyone else she'd rather talk to. The girl had a rather low opinion of most of Myrken Wood's inhabitants.
