Way too Much.Azalyth sat in one of the chairs by the fire at the faire, careful not to get too close; she had just been told earlier that 'formerly-dead' people were particularly flammable. "Wow, today was crazy; getting launched from a cannon, flying kodos, tauren tickling a bat...he he, such fun." A vague smile twitched at the corners of her mouth, though her brow furrowed; there was so much mulling about in her head that had happened recently. She sighed, quietly listing them aloud: "Aldor, my robes, that paladin...Langley...I know none of it is their fault, but they're all making me feel so damn much! It's so...so..." Her voice trailed off as she got to thinking about each thing. She absentmindedly made attempts to cast small Mind Blasts on the bugs at her feet, but could hardly manage more than tiny Shadow Bolts.
Fresh Flashbacks"Feh. Accursed Aldor, holding a prayer while I visit. I don't need strangers makin' me remember things from back then." Azalyth wandered about the Undercity, restless and muttering under her breath.
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