Snippet #2454149

((Ugh! I'm late!))

Kisa had gotten to the city called Espor, and admittedly, unnoticed using her Fey Step to enter unnoticed by the guards and others whom would tax her for what little gold she already had. Though as soon as she had gotten away from the gate she had came out of the teleporting-esque move. Even though it was frowned upon with how she used it, she made use of it with how she wished to, especially in combat, allowing for her to basically jump to the next enemy she was going to kill. Breaking from her thought she had noticed it was still night, rather, early morning, the sun hadn't risen yet and she had been up most of the night. Realizing she was getting to the point of exhaustion she had stopped in a break between closed shops, it wasn't an alley, but made it harder for her to be surrounded. Being how she was an Eladrin she hadn't the need for sleep and soon sat into a trance. Keeping an eye out for any sort of danger. Yet remaining at a deep reverie as she really just sort-of blanked. Though at the first sense of the shopkeepers beginning to emerge, she broke from the deep thought she had, Why am I here? And where am I going? she had been thinking on that before rising, a little more rested from the about five hours of Trancing. She almost immediately went for food, walking past the common people in the street, though she noticed those whom was deciding to take a look at her and the big scythe she affectionately named Crescent Moon. Yet before she could even reach where she thought food would be, a strange voice seemed to echo into her head;

"heroes of my vision hear my plea, Darkness has awoken and the seven warriors did not return... I need your help no one else believes me but I know you all will. Please hear me and find me, this I pray."

This had surprised her, she had not recognized the voice, though she seemed to think of the origin. This brought her to a rather weird place to her, it was four men, Two humans, a Dragonborn, and a strange figure standing in front of someone whom Kisa inferred to be a Priestess. She barely heard what was said, yet inferred what was said, something about the heroes are the only ones whom can stand against the overwhelming darkness and all. Kisa nodded looking at the four, feeling as if she had a sort-of unknown connection, though she did feel out of place, the two humans looked like a knight and Alchemist, the dragonborn was a typical berserker as far as she knew, and the fourth, still confused her beyond all known intelligence for her. Yet she proceeded forward, still staying back in a little timidness to the others.