She had in another set of tubes, vomit, blood, skin samples, and saliva of an individual who had been in direct contact with the fungus and survived. Her lab equipment? A temporal repeat field of a much smaller scale then what Section 28 had used for training. She had stolen it before she had been forced to abdicate her position and it served as a treasured piece of equipment. The ability to perform a near endless number of experiments on a specimen and then simply reset the temporal stasis chamber so the sample was never destroyed proved beyond invaluable.
Her notebook had hundreds of small scribbles, various measurements taken with Gnomish, Draenei and even her own people's tools. From natural magic to close examination at a near microscopic level (or as best to microscopic as her gnomish eye enhancer 50000 could get). She had exposed each and every sample to all manner of substance and material in order to get a better handle on just what it was she was dealing with.
Still the temporal anomalies in the cave were what bothered her most. She had collected a number of fragments, yet none seemed to show the tell tell signs of temporal magics at work which would indicate they were the source of the issue. Rubbing at her forehead, how many hours had it been? 72? 96? Since she had last slept? She was starting to lose count and her irritability at the meeting the night prior only seemed to drive that point home.
Sighing some she looked over at the 20 or so cans of empty Gnomish Wing Drink that lay scattered across the floor. In a way it brought her a little excitement, she hadn't gotten this much into her research since her wife had come down with the Silver Sickness; however, she knew that family nor friend approved of her approaches to research.
Looking over at a clock she gave a little frown and the purple fur coated woman went to stand, her tail dragging along the ground as she looked around her small makeshift lab for a place to lay down and call it a night. Grabbing a few pillows a nice cot seemed to do the job and she rolled into it staring at the ceiling and letting her mind wonder.
The screaming of her loved ones that had come when she shifted to her feline form rushed back to her in this moment of quiet and she began to try and take deep breaths to block it out. Shaking her head she sighed "Not real...not real... just an illusion" the feline's snout burying in a nearby pillow as she then covered her ears with her paws.
She could not shake the feeling that this was more then a simple fungal growth issue, the tactical part of her mind jumping to the wish she had operatives to deploy and gather more information. Without Section 28's array of resources she was left with only friends and family, and goddess knew that was growing few and far between.
The Storm Glaive had fallen into financial insolvency, and she and her wife had been forced to relocate to a small apartment in Booty bay which had left them strained for money. Alnarra had hoped that perhaps this little adventure might net some coin, but with each passing day it seemed to be more an effort in futility to not spend what little she had remaining in savings.
There was an interesting Worgen fellow down in Booty Bay which had offered her the possibility of coin in exchange for help with a bounty, perhaps she would take him up on it. There was also a kind Goblin woman she had met while examining the mines. Goblins were always the type to know how to find a good deal, perhaps she might have some ideas on ways to make coin. Rubbing at her forehead she shook her head a bit
Araane was out here, that was a curious happenstance. She hadn't seen the druidess in just as many years now. In fact the last time Alnarra recalled seeing her ursine friend was at the Tournament of Ages nearly two years ago. It gave her a warm smile to think of sparring with the woman verbally and perhaps physically once again. She wanted to show off the strength of this Saberon form and could think of no one better to demonstrate that to then head of the Devilclaw.
Regardless, now, now she needed sleep and for that it would take more then simply clearing her mind. Reaching into her satchel she pulled out some pills and popped them into her mouth. It wasn't an eloquent solution, but it would do the job of knocking her out, which she needed at the moment.
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