"Make me!" The Vashoth woman's deeply mature response is to blow a raspberry, then darting toward the fort. This would be so much easier if she could Fade Step...but dammit, no magic. Oh, well, she'll do without. Forcing herself to pick up the pace -and her sides might be hurting later, but worth it- she grins upon spotting the nearest flag. Better get her soon, Ellana.
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