Yvonna lay on floor, no longer injured, but still in pain. The version of herself that had helped to recover vanished instantly. The monstrous version of herself had also vanished. The other versions of herself followed. She looked around, guests had taken notice of the host being missing and that the other two not-so-gnomish honored guests were also gone. She managed to stand.
Applause. She stood in shock. The party only seemed to kick off from there and the music started up again. Guests set about, and those that came to sew vanished as they sat down to begin doing so. It would have confounded her if she wasn’t so dumbfounded by the entirety of it all. She wanted to vomit but only found herself blushing at all the attention she was getting.
Larold though, approached her some time after allowing her to receive some well deserved compliments. He nudges her shoulder lightly and says ethereally, “Of all the possible you’s, I think the evil demon you has a nicest voice.”
“RUDE,” she replied instantly, smirking. It was just the thing she needed to hear to wind down, but she still was reeling from the adrenaline and phantom pain. She asks, as if this Larold would know the answer, “Why did you tell me that thread and needle would fix my bag with the titan device?”
“Well, maybe I’ll find out one day, right,” Larold replies optimistically, revealing nothing. Yvonna groaned in annoyance at that. Then she vanished.
Felirlym had landed hours ago and they still were not done enjoying themselves. Louryn felt herself pained because she knew that it would not last. It was during a meal at the Parting Glass, after touring, shopping, and gawking about that the youngest siblings vanished. The three instances of the bronze dragons had kept their end of the bargain. Louryn thought the manner of it was rude, as it was without warning, and they hadn’t a chance to say goodbye, but then the Yvonna who’d vanished earlier in the day appeared at the table in their place. The backpack had gone along with the younger Yvonna.
“I really should be getting back to Dalaran,” Yvonna sighs exhaustedly.
“I’m glad you’ve returned,” Louryn says, “I strictly avoid whatever this was, and I’m sorry I never believed you and Nimitta when you told me about this adventure. I thought it much too fantastic a tale to be true.”
“Oh, I do too, now, especially,” Yvonna manages an uncomfortable smile.
“I told you it was true,” Larold states annoyed.
“Nobody believes you, Larold,” Louryn says dismissively, nudging him, forcing an amused smile to form on her face to match her mood.
After a time they all leave the Parting Glass to part ways. Yvonna left to Dalaran, citing she had orders there. Louryn, Larold, Daniel, and Felirlym ventured back home.
The past several hours had been exhaustive. He’d been questioned regarding his former client’s escape attempt. Zaldin was to be transferred, immediately, back to the Violet Hold. Luckily, he was confident he’d convinced those questioning of his innocence and that of Yvonna’s, who he still represented. He’d have stern words with that girl, expensive ones.