Trynda was running out of air. She hadn’t taken a particularly large breath before the plunge because of all the running she did before hand. Trynda still had the guards and crocodilisk to worry about. She could vaguely make out the guards standing by the edge of the canal. Beginning to swim lower and farther away from them when she bumped into something. She screamed but it mostly came out as bubbles.
Turning quickly getting ready to cast whatever spell her oxygen deprived brain could muster. What she bumped into wasn’t a crocodilisk, it wasn’t even alive. Her back hit a post that was connected to the dock that sat in the canal in between the Mage Quarter and Trade District. With spots appearing in her vision she swam up beneath the dock and as soon as her head broke the surface she took a giant gulp of air.
One short swim, some deep breathing, and an amused look from a fisherman was all it took for Trynda to decide to retreat back to her room at the Inn. On her way towards the inn a gust of wind chilled her to the bone. So focused on the current issues at hand she didn’t notice a Dwarf running straight into her. “Sorry lass, but they’re after me,” he said gruffly as he pulled her to her feet and continued off.
“Lotta pushy people in Stormwind,” Trynda said aloud as she continued her chilled trek to the inn. She made it back to the inn and she was determined to buy something to warm her up. Walking passed a Lazy Hunter, and a scribe trying to Obey the Muse she made it to the bar keeper. “Some tea piping hot please,” she ordered.
“It’ll be hot much quicker if you care to explain why you’re going to make me mop,” The bartender said amused as he took pity on Trynda’s appearance. One flash back later Trynda was drinking her tea in quick gulps, scalding her mouth in the process. “You’re not going to turn me in are you?” she asked.
“You gonna pay for that?” he motioned toward the tea.
“Of course,” Trynda said as she slipped a few silver onto the counter.
“The I won’t” he replied pocketing the silver.
“I’m just worried about my meeting.”
“Oh a man came in and told me to tell a soaking gnome: same place midnight.”
“You tell me this now?”
“Well it seemed you had a good story to tell, and I wasn’t wrong.”
“I’ll be in my room,” Trynda said a little annoyed.
“As you wish,” the bartender said with a shake of his head.
Trynda had long dried her robes with a quick spell and she left her bags in her room protected by an invisible imp so nothing was damaged. She quickly jumped in between the warm sheets and quickly feel asleep. Not only was she tried from the day’s events she also had a feeling that it was going to be a long night as well.
* * *
Trynda walked around her room waiting until the clock tolled 11:45 she’d be damned if she showed up early again. When the clock’s bell echoed she shot out of her room like a bullet, and quickly but quietly rushed down the stairs. The bar was empty minus a Dwarf that looked like he got into a rather nasty fight.
“A raw dragonkin steak if you please, need something to bring down me swelling eye,” the dwarf asked the barkeeper. The dwarf sounded familiar but there wasn’t time to ponder it. Just like that Trynda walked out and let the darkness swallow her whole.