Ceria was stunned as the cube collapsed and Daisy remained, quite literally smoking.  Ceria thought back to only minutes before when she had grabbed the effervescent tiefling's arm to warn her about staying with the group.  Daisy's last words to her rang hollow in her pointed ears and made her head swim:  " "I'm not a child anymore. I've done this before, and there was no real threat until now, and no guarantee of one still. Risk is part of life! How else does one make a name for themselves?"  

The elf numbly walked over to the tiefling and sank to her knees.  She knew of no remedy for the other woman as tears slid freely down her face.  Just as the tiefling's rigor mortis was starting, she whispered:  "That's why I said don't go so far ahead.  I'll miss you Daisy.  [i]Atra du evarínya ono varda, fricai[/i]" (May the stars watch over you, friend.)  When the tiefling's chest gave a final heave and lay still, the elf slowly stood up, staring blankly ahead, knuckles white from clenching the bow so hard. Chip, sensing his friend's sorrow, appeared from her pack and scampered down to cuddle up on Daisy's body. 

Ceria Verkorcoran ran.  She ran back the way they had come, not giving a literal rat's ass about the hole in the wall. Not caring if she ran into more fish people.  There had been too much loss for the still-young elf this day.  She could no longer cope with it all.  

Though it took her time, she ran all the way up the up the stairs, through the cathedral and back through town toward the inn, unable to look at the stupid anti-elvish slur over the door. The door was open though, warm light spilling across the ground.  Ceria hardly noticed that it was nighttime, barely even registered the bawdy singing and nightly festivities from inside the tavern.  She had run for nearly half an hour, chest heaving, eyes red and wet brimming with brine.

 She  passed a random drunk outside on the street too drunk to notice his surroundings and she snatched up his half-finished beer tankard without him even stirring.  The hard liquor was down her gullet a split second later as she tossed the mug aside with a thunderous crash into the side of a building across from the tavern.  

The elf, with a cold, blind rage in her eyes, nocked an arrow from her remaining quiver of thirteen and sent that thirteenth arrow flying at the first living, non-human thing she saw:  some sort of livestock wandering in the street (Atk:  [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/4458]15[/url] / Dmg:  [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/4459]10[/url] )

She left whatever it was in pain and ran around behind the inn.  Sinking to the ground, the tears fell fast and loose and she absolutely bawled, whimpering and sobbing into her arms which were folded across her knees now.  Her bow lay on the ground next to her, her quiver with the remaining twelve arrows pressing roughly into her back.  All of these details were lost as the elf cried, and cried, and cried some more.  First Arthera left her for petty reasons, and now Daisy, the life of their little group, had suddenly just died out of the blue.  Ceria couldn't believe it.  What the hell was the purpose of being in a party the size of theirs if people still died?  She'd almost died herself today because of that stupid dodgy drake.  Her world was in shambles.  Worst. Day. Ever.