The druidess sat quietly in the Bar, she had been a regular enough patron of the pig and whistle that the barkeep had failed to notice her staying for upwards of 16 hours in the same chair, ordering nothing, and staring blankly into the emptiness of space. Her ears were folded back in a peculiar showing of displeasure as she seemed to be only in the mood for sighing.
It had been 3 days since the Trial in Moonglade, something she hoped would be nothing more then a show of force had turned into something far worse. Perhaps it was a poor idea to bring her fellows along, between the outburst, and the accosting of the judge and the prosecution by the few witnesses that were interviewed, Alnarra was not sure if the trial had always been rigged or if her dismal failure of a defense had ensured her silent defeat.
She had been stripped of everything, her title as a member of the Cenarion Circle, her connection with nature itself, only her ability to shapeshift to her feline form remained, and she feared taking it's shape without the ability to calm it with druidic magics. The Circle was right, she had used blood magic, though it had been in self defense. She had used the magics of the Druids of the Flame to help her when she looked for her daughter nearly a year ago, but surely they must understand right? Were her ties toa criminal organization like the Devilclaw really that damning? Her association with Lynx was it the cause of her downfall?
It all mattered not now, the council's method for stripping a druid of their powers invented following the outbreak in the firelands, had ensured that her control of roots, winds, water, and healing had been taken from her.
And now, the Devilclaw set destitute, Hann having spent his money on gabmling and Araane having lost hers in a drunken fraternization with Booty Bay whores, Phaedra having lost her wealth to the appletons, it felt like the entire world had collapsed in a week. Putting her head between her hands, she let out a soft sigh.
There was no time for tears, there was no time for anger or shame. Alnarra knew that perhaps now she was at her lowest, but she still had Inodraen, Lynx and her friends right? She wanted to return to Darnassus, to see the priestess Fafen, or Ms. Seya. She would write them a letter, but right now even that was beyond her means. The travel to Darnassus would take weeks to save up for even if she was able to find a job as a waitress or something else in here in Stormwind.
Perhaps she could join the legion of others who now served in the brothels and red light district... No, she didn't... that was not her. She had more pride then that. She would scramble back to the to at least having a place to stay through her own means. Even if she didn't have her powers or her possessions there was something more right? She had heart, and the people she loved. That was more important then the other things.
She could find misery in her sorrows, but right now she needed to be strong. She needed to be strong for Lynx and Inodraen, she needed to show them that she could still stand, even if it hurt terribly to do so. She looked over at the table filled with ham and bacon, and her stomach gave a growl.
The druidess had spent so many days locked away in her lab, looking for some kind of answer, something to take her mind off things, but it was no use. With a shake of her head, she returned to staring at the wall, waiting, planning.
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