After having attended the harvest’s end with Yichimet and Yemana, Tsa sits snuggled in a big warm blanket in front of the hearth at the Gallow’s End Tavern. She once asked for instructions on what to do with the Dreamfoil she was handed at the event.
She now sips from her tea cup and stares into the flames of the fire. The stench of the undead wafts by her whenever one passes by her. She is used to it as she is mortician by family trade. She takes another sip, thinking of her next venture with the Grim. Anaie needs her ear sewn back on. She’ll need a special thread and will venture into Stratholme to get it.
She groans a little. The area around the flames she peers into blurs a little. She muscles relax, and her head lolls backwards to rest against the headrest. She absentmindedly reaches into a pouch and pulls forth a Bloodthistle. She places it into her mouth just so, so that the spine of the leaf runs lengthwise from the back of her molars to her fangs. She moans in anticipation. She knows what will happen when she bites the Bloodthistle like this. She then fills her mouth with the last of the Dreamfoil tea and bites down on the spine of the Bloodthistle. She grinds her teeth, crushing the leaf and breathes in through her nostrils and slowly swallows the tea.
The heat starts as usual as a burning ache in her belly. She feels the fire spread outwards flowing though her veins to the tips of her fingers. She feels warm, good, really good and her eyes glass over in ecstasy. Her head leans forward a little and she starts to focus on the flames in the fire. Then something different happens and thinks it must the Dreamfoil causing this part, the flames turn blue in her eyes like liquid ice if such a thing could exist and then fade to black.
She suddenly feels cold. Bone cold. She tries to focus and slowly a symbol appears before her. She recognizes as the symbol on the Grim tabard. It is the tabard. It’s being worn on the person in front of her. The person steps aside. She sees many Grim around her. Their strength is her strength, much as her strength is theirs. The figure with tabard gestures forward and Tsa looks further into the distance and sees one she recognizes.
Kel’Thuzad.
He tries to say something but Tsa wasn’t such sure she heard him correctly, “Atiesh”. She strains to hear but it gets worse, “ey tss”. She feels a poke in shoulder and turns to it. “hey, Tsa”. She blinks and her eyes open blearily as and she wipes the blurriness away with her hands.
She’s looks up and sees an ice cream placed in her hand. “Your ice cream is here.” the voice says.
She pulls the useless leaf from her mouth and says, “Mmm, ice cream! Thank you!” and licks the ice cream while thinking to herself, I wonder what an Atiesh is?