[color=662d91][b]"What is even happening?!"[/b][/color] Arancathria shouted at the universe at large. Led astray by yet another faulty portal shard. They were becoming a continuous nightmare for her.

In a fit of temper she flung the entire sack of crystals away from her into the nearby brush, kicked and scuffed about in the grass and dirt for a few minutes as she fumed loudly and angrily, and then sat down on a rock to bury her face in her clawed hands. Took three breaths. Then got up and hunted down the sack she had thrown away, because the reality was that she was hoping somewhere in that bag of lies was a grain of truth- a crystal that wouldn't be faulty, one that would take her back home. She would be happy to go anywhere back home, even if it meant she ended up teleporting straight into the middle of the Ogrimmar guards barracks. It'd be bad news- but mostly for the guards.

She was going to [i]kill[/i] that merchant.

Careful to collect every last crystal that had spilled from the bag, she tied it shut firmly and hung it off her belt once more. Then she hefted her rucksack and glaives onto her back, shook her wings and shoulders to settle the straps, and started walking. Somewhere in this Elune forsaken place had to be someone who knew something about... anything. She hoped. A new world, a new place, new people.

[color=8dc73f][i]"Should have joined us,"[/i][/color] the demon voices whispered in her mind.

[color=662d91][b]"Shut [i]up[/i],"[/b][/color] she grumbled savagely. She didn't have the time or patience for the crowd in her head. She squashed them down mentally until they became a low murmur again.

The demon hunter walked until her temper calmed a bit, but just as she was beginning to wonder how far she was from the closest town or village, she came upon a building.

Wait, what? It had just... She shook her horned head. It was as if it had just appeared, as if her thoughts had summoned it. The sign out front of it was even written in enchanted ink, assuring that she could clearly read the words "The Tavern" inscribed upon it.

She could smell food. It smelled delicious. Her stomach growled in approval, so since she had little else to do, she pushed down on the heavy door latch and went inside.

The aura of something large sat in the corner of the entry, and it turned its head toward her as she approached.

[color=fdc68a][b]"Weapons check, please. House rules."[/b][/color]

Aran hesitated, but then relented. It was only a tavern, and there wasn't much that could damage a demon hunter- even a weaponless one- so she handed over her bundled glaives, and received a small metal token in return.

[color=fdc68a][b]"Enjoy your stay,"[/b][/color] the guard said casually, settling back into his chair. [b][color=fdc68a]"They've got roast boar tonight. It's the best I've ever had."[/color][/b]

She was greeted promptly by someone she assumed was the tavernkeeper, who showed her to her own table, and left her with a bowl of shelled nuts and dried fruit to snack on while he went to fetch her a drink. At first she was concerned because she hadn't even ordered a drink, but when he returned, she was pleasantly surprised to find a familiar beverage she had had before, arcwine, something she remembered from her campaign through the ruins of Suramar.

She caught the tavernkeepers elbow, and he looked at her quizzically. [color=662d91][b]"Where is this place?"[/b][/color] she asked him urgently, and he smiled gently. 

[color=fdc68a][b]"It's wherever you need it to be."[/b][/color] And with that puzzling non-answer, he patted her hand, and went off to serve another patron.

Curiosity unsatisfied, and feeling more confused and lost than ever, she sipped at the wine and asked herself how she had gotten where she was in her life right now. The demon voices in her mind laughed and she knew that answer was as simple- and complicated- as ever.