The night’s air that gently danced its way through the streets of Stormwind was pleasantly ruffling through the elf’s hair as she made her way from the planter on her way to Old Town. While the streets were never really silent, it still felt like a grave disruption of quiet as Lysithe clicked her tongue thinking back on her conversation with Miss Bennet. Moving to the Mage district… That wasn’t an option and she knew that very well, even if her longing for a better place to stay was urging her to.

No. She thought. From the bits of conversations that i managed to gather it seems that not a small number of Goats live in that district, and frankly i should put as much distance between them and myself.
The thought was full of bitterness and she sighed quite heavily, drawing the attention of a passerby on her. With her hands clasped behind her back Lysithe kept walking. Knowing the Sargeant lived somewhere in the Mage District made her assume that both Mister Maelgwn and Miss Edwins lived nearby, if not in the same building. Miss Bennet said she could ask -her- landlord if there were any rooms available for the elfs sake, which presumably means she lives there as well. And lastly, Miss Beckett told her that Mister Thorald lived in the Blue recluse, with a small smirk the elf would thank her for giving up that little bit of information without having to ask. Suddenly, the light steps halted and for a moment and with furrowed brows she stood there. I reckon it wouldn’t be too farfetched to believe Miss Beckett lived somewhere in that District as well, she seems to be drawn to stand close to the Sargeant. That made six goats in close proximity.

The elf resumed walking towards the Inn she resided in for the moment. The closer physically and emotionally I am to them, the higher the chance I slip up or they find out. It is best I remain where I am, for now at least.

I’ll have to find out where the rest live, just to be sure.