[ How many assassins are going to find Elizabeth in a closet, honestly.
Elizabeth for the better part of an hour stayed silent and still — believing herself to be in a different place and time. Hoping that each breath she took didn't give her away. A satyr was a poor fighter, it was their nature to forge alliances and sway favor with charisma and charm. But, orcs? She's uneducated on their race except for unkind, brutish stereotypes scribbled in temple scrolls.
So, she's fearful, hoping that each step would lead away from the kitchen — food and the pantry closet.
Of course, fate was not as kind as she'd hope. The lamb was left dropping the second jar she planned to hurl when the tiefling catches flawlessly. ]
Stay back! [ Peaches or not — she's still on that fright high. ] I'll, I'll —
[ She'll think of something, no big deal. She has no time to question why someone like him would even be a threat when the orcs are the problem. ]
it's perfect!
Elizabeth for the better part of an hour stayed silent and still — believing herself to be in a different place and time. Hoping that each breath she took didn't give her away. A satyr was a poor fighter, it was their nature to forge alliances and sway favor with charisma and charm. But, orcs? She's uneducated on their race except for unkind, brutish stereotypes scribbled in temple scrolls.
So, she's fearful, hoping that each step would lead away from the kitchen — food and the pantry closet.
Of course, fate was not as kind as she'd hope. The lamb was left dropping the second jar she planned to hurl when the tiefling catches flawlessly. ]
Stay back! [ Peaches or not — she's still on that fright high. ] I'll, I'll —
[ She'll think of something, no big deal. She has no time to question why someone like him would even be a threat when the orcs are the problem. ]