[h2][color=00a99d]Brunhilde[/color][/h2]

Some time after the chase began, Brunhilde came across a heavily trodden path leading back towards the coast - a sure sign of a town nearby. The orc, having had to have run with his feet and legs, was out of breath, and collapsed into a heap of annoyance, anger, defeat, and pinecones.

She checked her journal scroll, and re-read the entries she had made for the day. Shipwrecked, expedition team killed, stalked by orc, no food... No food? Annoyedly, she scrawled in blood red ink on the To-Do List in the margin of the parchment - "Go to town, get supplies. Town on road towards coast."

The sun was high in the sky. Midday. It was midnight when the camp was attacked, according to the journal. A long time to travel without stopping. It took her a few moments to realize that the entry stating her camp had been attacked meant that the only people she knew had been killed, and panic began to set in. She absolutely had to find someone who knew their way around - if she didn't, her expedition would never end, and she would likely be stuck wandering for a very, very long time.

She checked her journal again, and realized that finding a town would, indeed, be a very good idea, and thanked her past self for the instruction. The wind was calm, and the air composition tasted... Odd. Too much oxygen, and... Xenon? Argon? She couldn't remember which of the gases identified at her university it was, as the feeling was very similar between them. Despite the odd makeup of the air, it was perfect for wind magic, and she focused on the feeling of the air, burning into it a desire to move towards the coast. A gale kicked up and she was flung down the highway at a breakneck pace.

Along the way, a traveler leading a mule-drawn cart had much of his cargo blown out by the winds, and shouted after her, though she couldn't hear a thing.

Suddenly, a cliff appeared, and she flew over the road's guard rail before she could stop herself. The town was right in front of her - a small port city built around a massive rock formation - and she reversed the winds carrying her, bringing her to a halt just before one of the entrances. A small sailboat nearby was flipped over by the sudden force, dumping the occupant and a few small crates into the ocean. A crudely carved sign nearby labeled the place as "Rockvale."

She checked her journal again, and saw that she had apparently been on her way to a coastal town, and she realized she had reached her intended destination, then listed her arrival in her journal. Perhaps the best place to get something to eat would be a tavern. She set off down the road into town, completely oblivious to the residents' foul appearances.

There was an incredible racket coming from a certain tavern, and her curiosity got the better of her. She opened the door.

[@Mag Lev]