Rhian moved quickly down the hallway. She had left Malakai’s office for two main reasons. First, she could see the anger seething in him and wanted him to be able to vent it in any way he chose without worrying about her. Second, she was about to be sick.
The idea of just how wrong everything went made her stomach churn and the food she had eaten earlier wasn’t going to stay down. The mortifying thought that she might throw up in Malakai’s office, or worse, his desk – and even worse than that, him – had propelled her out. She felt a bit like she was leaving him in a bad place – well, actually, she was – but she hoped that he would understand.
“Miss, are you alright?”
She looked up from where she was on her knees to see a gnome standing nearby.
“I’ll be okay,” she said weakly.
The gnome didn’t look convinced, but moved off.
Rhian sighed and sat against the wall, leaning her head back. Her stomach, emptied of its contents, was starting to settle down. The excitement in the Watch House seemed to be on hold for now. Everyone seemed to be waiting to see what was going to happen next and there were a few murmurs to that affect.
Rhian could tell them: people who had survived the Mage Quarter catastrophe and those who lived there but were outside of it when the plague was released would soon be coming in asking about loved ones. Husbands would ask about wives, women would be pleading about children. A lot of people had died. The people she had to shoot because they had been turned by plague had been something to someone. She had killed someone’s brother, their cousin or husband, or wife.
Sometime later she hauled herself up from the wall. Malakai had been badly injured during the whole thing and he had to be done with the blood elf and dwarf by now. She emptied the bucket, leaving it outside, before she made her way to his office. The door stood open and the room was empty.
“Where did the Watch Commander go?” she asked an older man who was coming down the hall with a stack of papers in his hand. He pointed down the hall and continued on his way.
She walked down the hall and knocked on the door before trying the handle.
“Malakai? It’s Rhian. I’m sorry I left you in the office. Do you want some company? I can understand if you want to be alone right now.”
The idea of just how wrong everything went made her stomach churn and the food she had eaten earlier wasn’t going to stay down. The mortifying thought that she might throw up in Malakai’s office, or worse, his desk – and even worse than that, him – had propelled her out. She felt a bit like she was leaving him in a bad place – well, actually, she was – but she hoped that he would understand.
“Miss, are you alright?”
She looked up from where she was on her knees to see a gnome standing nearby.
“I’ll be okay,” she said weakly.
The gnome didn’t look convinced, but moved off.
Rhian sighed and sat against the wall, leaning her head back. Her stomach, emptied of its contents, was starting to settle down. The excitement in the Watch House seemed to be on hold for now. Everyone seemed to be waiting to see what was going to happen next and there were a few murmurs to that affect.
Rhian could tell them: people who had survived the Mage Quarter catastrophe and those who lived there but were outside of it when the plague was released would soon be coming in asking about loved ones. Husbands would ask about wives, women would be pleading about children. A lot of people had died. The people she had to shoot because they had been turned by plague had been something to someone. She had killed someone’s brother, their cousin or husband, or wife.
Sometime later she hauled herself up from the wall. Malakai had been badly injured during the whole thing and he had to be done with the blood elf and dwarf by now. She emptied the bucket, leaving it outside, before she made her way to his office. The door stood open and the room was empty.
“Where did the Watch Commander go?” she asked an older man who was coming down the hall with a stack of papers in his hand. He pointed down the hall and continued on his way.
She walked down the hall and knocked on the door before trying the handle.
“Malakai? It’s Rhian. I’m sorry I left you in the office. Do you want some company? I can understand if you want to be alone right now.”
