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Standing against the ancient oak that bore the suspicious tailor's shop, Elinyra thought for a moment that she felt an odd emanation from the earth below her feet; some kind of nature magic was at play. She couldn't be sure of what was transpiring at the warehouse, but whatever it was had thrown that whole part of town into a ruckus. An alarm bell pealed across the sleepy town from the direction of the docks. Apparently the distraction had proven effective... perhaps too effective.
The disturbance gave her pause. Had something gone wrong for Dejan? Did he need her help?
"I think we need to change our plan slightly," the druid whispered to the barn owl perched on her shoulder. The owl, of course, didn't respond, only turned its head to stare down a dark alleyway. She held one arm out and the bird hopped down onto the thick leather wristguard of her armor.
"Be swift!" she said under her breath as the owl alighted into the air on silent wings.
Elinyra pulled the cowl of her hood close around her face and leaned more heavily into the tree. She turned her focus to the coarse bark of the mighty trunk, imagining that epidermis was growing over her. Though there was no physical change in the tree, the elf's skin and cloak took on its colors and textures. To the passing observer she might seem like a no more than an odd growth of wood or a large patch of moss. The old wood elf trick of forest camouflage, the bane of any who invaded their forest home.
Hidden in plain sight, the druid fell back into a light trance. A pack of feral dogs lounged in a nearby alleyway, gnawing on discarded bones while keeping watch around her. Elinyra focused again on the owl and a vision of the shady streets appeared to her, suddenly awash in luminous starlight that only the owl's eyes could perceive. She had originally planned to have the owl assist her with the search of the tailor's shop, but Elinyra gently directed her towards the warehouse instead to ascertain what was happening there.
The Everwatcher Bebin Theros Dejan Damir
The disturbance gave her pause. Had something gone wrong for Dejan? Did he need her help?
"I think we need to change our plan slightly," the druid whispered to the barn owl perched on her shoulder. The owl, of course, didn't respond, only turned its head to stare down a dark alleyway. She held one arm out and the bird hopped down onto the thick leather wristguard of her armor.
"Be swift!" she said under her breath as the owl alighted into the air on silent wings.
Elinyra pulled the cowl of her hood close around her face and leaned more heavily into the tree. She turned her focus to the coarse bark of the mighty trunk, imagining that epidermis was growing over her. Though there was no physical change in the tree, the elf's skin and cloak took on its colors and textures. To the passing observer she might seem like a no more than an odd growth of wood or a large patch of moss. The old wood elf trick of forest camouflage, the bane of any who invaded their forest home.
Hidden in plain sight, the druid fell back into a light trance. A pack of feral dogs lounged in a nearby alleyway, gnawing on discarded bones while keeping watch around her. Elinyra focused again on the owl and a vision of the shady streets appeared to her, suddenly awash in luminous starlight that only the owl's eyes could perceive. She had originally planned to have the owl assist her with the search of the tailor's shop, but Elinyra gently directed her towards the warehouse instead to ascertain what was happening there.
The Everwatcher Bebin Theros Dejan Damir