Searching for Zaas; part 1

Larosa carefully eyed the door in front of her. In her hand was the key to open it, but instead of rushing through it like anyone, she took her time trying to find that tell tale sign of the arcane.  Once satisfied the door wouldn’t explode she inserted the key and turned the knob, letting the door creak open slowly.  She stood on the threshold, taking in the neat stacks of paper, the neatly made bed, and the general tidiness of the room.

Pittch took the first step in, sniffing everything, trying to sort out the smells he was sensing.  Larosa followed heading for a desk looking at the writing, trying to make sense of the jumbled letters and complex diagrams.  An hour later, the two had gone through the room,  and were trying to put everything back into it place, when Pittch began whining at a small spot on the wood floor. 

He sneezed once then began smelling it again, his nose push firmly against the wood. When he was done, Larosa pulled out a small knife and took a small sliver of the wood. Her nose wasn’t as good as Pittch’s and she didn’t taste anything.  With a shrug, she put the piece into her bags and finished cleaning up. She had to try and find a few people here in Dalaran.

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She shook her head as she stepped into the trade section of Stormwind.  She’d spoken to one of Zaas’s teachers, a Prixi, a human named Amara, and even spoke to her monitor.  None of them new anything of Zaas’s past, nothing of her childhood, even.  She’d probably could have done a better job if she could actually spoke in common better.  She sighed as she remembered how Zaas would correct her when she could.  Her feet turned towards the canal district, taking the long route back to the keep, by the Cathedral.  She was already trying to remember the name of the guard who said she’d help her with her reports, not that she really needed it. it would only read two lines long.

“Found nothing, note odd smell in dorm den.  Made letters speak to more.”

She found her self saluting automaticly to the guards as she walked past, her thoughts revolving around the dead end thrown in front of her.  When she reached her room in the Dragoon hall, she slowed down, noticing for the first time that Pittch was not following her like usual.  He was snuffling at Zaas’s door, oblivious tot he gaurds stationed at it.  Larosa quickly turned around and nodded to the guard, making a gesture for him to open the door.

Pittch burst in, finding the scent, he recognized from Dalaran, in the room before leaving again, flicking his tail at Larosa, like he always did when he wanted her to follow.  She limped along behind him trying to keep up, as he kept following the trail.   They went into Old Town, past the Pig and Whistle and through the streets till they reached the canals.  Pittched started making wide circles trying to pick up the scent again, until he gave up and sat at the end of the trail along the edge of the canal.

She tossed him a fish before looking over the edge of the canal, into it slightly murky waters.  She sighed before taking off her tabard and putting in her bag beside Pittch.  A splash later and she was trying to search the bottom, hoping rumors of Crocolisks where just rumors. Many dives later, she surfaced with a soggy lumpy bag,  putting it on the cobblestone before slowly hauling herself back up to the street level. She wiped her face off, before reaching for the bags opening.

Her shoulders slumped as she began to recognize the items inside, she knew she had Zaas’s bag.  Her hands carefully shifted through the contents until her fingers came across an oddly shaped item,  As she picked the object out of the bag, she could feel an anger and a sorrow build inside of her as she realized just what she held.