Deaconess slunk along the edge of the firelight, careful to avoid the eyesight of the humans sitting in the campfire's glow. One of the humans, a man, turned to look, but by the time he did she was gone.
She skirted along the edge of the forest...until she found the portal to nowhere, and entered, nervous. she was apprehensive, restless. The magic had gone dull in this world of Isorth and she wanted to leave before thing got any worse. What did she have to lose? Perhaps she would find what she wanted...
Deaconess looked up just before she went and saw a red dragon lazily wheeling in the sky. She took it as a good omen and slipped through.
