A cold wind blows across Goldsworth’s face, the wind seemingly startles her back to her senses.
“This feels like a bad dream.” She quickly looks at the palms of her hands, stained with orc blood and sewer ooze. “No...this, this clearly did happen.” She sighs heavily and walks to the Orb of Translocation. Deciding to use the Orb instead of teleporting herself to Silvermoon. She has always been one to use her magic sparingly whenever possible.
Instantly arriving in Silvermoon after touching the Orb, she promptly walks out of the Throne room to the guards standing outside. She salutes the guards and addresses them all at once “Hail Sin'dorei champions! I bring you greetings from the Undercity!” She bows humbly to the guards, keeping her eyes fixed on their faces to read their expressions.
There is not so much as a hint of concern on the guards faces. She smiles with a look of relief about her and strolls down the plush red carpet to the fountain.
Goldsworth drops to her knees and pulls out an old piece of Windwool cloth and begins soaking and washing her hands in the water. A pair of Silvermoon citizens walk by Goldy shaking their heads snobbishly. She drops her head in shame, turning her full attention to her stained hands. As she watches the ooze and blood begin to dissipate from her flesh she can not help but to reflect on what had brought her to this newest of low points in her life “Jenasis, my loving Sister in life, and in death my eternal burden...” Standing up she shakes her head while drying her hands on her windwool cloth. “The guards apparently have no concerns about the Undercity. Now to find Kira to see if she has heard anything, but first I need a drink!”
Goldsworth goes to the last place in Silvermoon she would expect to find Lady Starvale.
The City’s tavern in murderer row. As Goldy pulls back the purple curtain adorning the entrance she is shocked to see Kira sitting by herself at the large dining table. “It is too late to turn around now without looking suspicious.” Goldsworth enters the inn as if she had owned it for years and greets the Field Marshal with sincere respect.
Kira is inviting and warm to Goldsworth. Instantly making her feel at ease. Kira proceeds to speak of the Convocations politics, Iantha, and Thaldis. Goldsworth enjoys the conversation so much she forgets her original motives for finding Kira in the first place...until;
Kiraleen says “I need to write Jenasis, see if she's heard anything.”
Goldsworth makes it a point to look completely unconcerned with the statement.
“You know I would for you. But I have my patrols..”
Goldsworth can not stop herself from prying “So, You wish to ask Jenasis if she has heard anything in the Undercity?”
Goldsworth casually replies “It has been quite a while since I have been there, it would be nice to see it again. I will deliver the message for you.”
“Fine, I was going to tell her she can hire her *own* informants, if she doesn't like leaving Tirisfal. She's only one person. She can't be everywhere.”
Goldsworth instinctively defends her Sister “Jenasis is not the type to leave anything undone. She will do whatever it takes.”
Kiraleen tilts her head. "You sound as if you've known her a long time. How did you two meet?"
Goldsworth grabs heaping spoonful of mana pudding and takes a large bite.
She shakes her head while pointing at her full mouth.
Kiraleen looks a the bowl of pudding. "How can you eat that stuff so gladly? It's fine in a pinch, but.."
Goldsworth swallows and smiles cheerfully showing all of her shiny white teeth "Jenasis and I grew up together, didn't I mention that before? I thought I had."
“Not that I can recall. You're lucky you still have a friend from your childhood around.”
Goldsworth rifles through her bag looking around in it “In a way, I suppose...How can I not have a single drink in this thing?!"
Kiraleen chuckles “I started a tab here, though I'm not supposed to admit it!"
Genuinely Amused, Goldsworth smiles at Kira “I would never tell. I am going to get myself a little ‘sip’ of something.”
The ‘sip’ turned into many-many sips until Goldsworth had become drunk for the first time in her life. The rest of the night is somewhat blurry from that point on.
Waking up the next day Goldsworth squints her eyes trying to read a nearby clock “That went well. I got dwarf-faced in front of my superior.” She closes her eyes and rubs her temples “At the very least, I can’t recall any mention of that unfortunate orc.”