Vesthi and her felbat, Daegon, landed moments behind Kersia. Seeing the short stone tower Daegon made a sharp turn toward it. The huge creature landed, galloped a short distance at the stone tower, and with a leap clambered up its side to the tower’s exposed wooden overhang. There the large demonic bat-like creature rolled upside down and hung by his hind legs. As he did so Vesthi released her grip and spilled out of her saddle. Displaying just a fraction of her grace and control Vesthi turned over as she fell and landed on her feet. Her near perfect display of agility however was marred by a stumble. Vesthi stood for a moment as the world swayed a little beneath her. I need some potent source of fel, She groaned to herself. Even if I have to conjure it myself.
Glancing at her surroundings once more she knew that the Red Dragon resting a short distance away would likely not approve of that method. Instead she decided to seek out more information about the area, being completely unfamiliar with their surroundings. Vesthi pulled straight her demon-leather armor and casually wandered toward the small town, watching as the others arrived. A short distance from her a man astride a dragon had already landed. The dragon was already curling into itself, as dragons do, as the man made his way into the small town. Vesthi’s spectral vision was still fairly muted, yet she could see there was something ominous about him. The faint magical aura she could detect felt necromantic in nature. She stared at the man a moment. His image was blurred in her mind. Vesthi now began to see two distinct auras. They melded and blurred her vision of him. She couldn’t tell what that second aura was, but it really played with her spectral vision. Perhaps, She wondered to herself. Once she’d absorbed ample fel and her mind cleared, perhaps then she could make some sense of this man. Sense of everything, really. Nothing of the world around her was clear or crisp. Much of what she saw was merely a guess or deduction on her part. This man might know something. She hoped.
Vesthi’s ears tingled and her head turned to see a woman, an elf?.. Vesthi couldn’t recall, but it was a woman she’d seen cross through the portal and again while in flight. She’d set down on the fringes keeping some distance from the group. Vesthi really wasn’t curious as to why she kept her distance, only that she kept it was itself concerning. She found it interesting that this woman commanded such potent magics to conjure a small cabin. She’d crossed paths with magi like this woman in the past and from Vesthi’s experience they always proved reckless in some manner. The Demon Hunter made a mental note to keep an eye on this woman.
Others were either landing or had landed, and so Vesthi silently examined them in turn making a mental note for each.
Following the others to the local tavern, Vesthi paused at the entrance just outside. Taking a deep breath she focused her spectral vision on the tavern occupants. She pushed her senses throughout the structure attempting to examine the types of energies present. The strain of the effort in her current condition created a kind of feed-back loop that only served to give her a pulsing headache. For now, she’d have to make do with more mundane sensory capabilities.
Stepping into the tavern she quickly located the dark man that blurred her vision. He was seated in a dark corner. With as much stealth and tact as she could muster, Vesthi drifted to a small vacant table big enough for only two at that same darkened corner of the tavern and sat. Well within ear shot of each other, the Demon Hunter made herself comfortable. She then spoke in a low neutral tone.
“I sense a darkness about you.” Vesthi deliberately didn’t mention the second aura, nor that her vision was currently impaired. “You’re either a Necromancer, or are one who has dabbled in the dark arts. Perhaps you are something else entirely. I’m almost certain that you would know something about these parts. I’m a stranger in where-ever we are in Northrend, and I need some information.”