It had been months since Coriani had started searching for her cousin, Failiani and she was getting desperate. Not only was the young elf still missing, partially due to her falling for the tricks her cousin had created with fake letters to throw the huntress off the trail, she had now had strong evidence that a high elf alchemist with nefarious intentions wanted Failiani to be used in lab experiments. Nisensi…. Cori cursed as she thought of the name.
This high elf had recently hired experienced mercenaries to track down and capture Cori’s cousin. While she didn’t think Failiani had been located by mercenaries; it was only a matter of time before that could change. Based on what Lor'eth Dawnshadow, Fail’s guardian and others had told Coriani about her cousin’s fighting skills, she didn’t think the young one would have much of a chance against them. The huntress was doing her best to locate her cousin, however; Coriani had suffered an injury to her left ankle weeks ago that prevented her from searching on foot until it fully healed.
She looked at the root cast around her left ankle and sighed, it might have healed by now if she hadn’t tripped and fallen several times in the past few weeks. Using a staff to help keep her balance hadn’t helped either as one would have hoped. And she wasn’t the only one injured in the search for Failiani. Lor’eth, her cousin’s guardian had been severely injured falling off a mount in Winterspring almost a month ago. Coriani’s eyes blinked while she thought of the old rogue.
He apparently had found something in his search for Fail and was going send the evidence to Cori by mail. The huntress had waited for the mail and wondered why it hadn’t come until she got a letter from a druid explaining the situation nearly three weeks earlier. While he had survived his injuries from the fall, it’d take him months to recover and it was unknown at this point if he’d ever be able to walk again. As it was when she had seen the venerable elf almost two weeks ago, he couldn’t feel his toes let alone move them or his legs. That diagnosis didn’t look good for Lor’eth.
Her eyes blinked again. Cori had gone to Winterspring for a few reasons. One was to check up on Lor’eth and another one was to deliver an ammo order to the goblins at Everlook she had received over a week earlier. After she had delivered the ammo, she traveled to the place in Northern Winterspring where Lor’eth was recovering and find out what happened to the evidence he was suppose to send. The evidence he had acquired was a letter written by Failiani. Unfortunately for Coriani, Lor’eth couldn’t remember if he had sent the letter to Ratchet, Gadgetzan or Silvermoon city.
Speaking of letters, Cori shook her head and cursed silently after she accidently dropped the parchment papers into the fire; her clumsiness wasn’t helping in this matter as she started to look for more parchment in her packs. Granted, she should have written and sent the letters over a month ago but finding out about Lor’eth’s injures and the ammo order had greatly distracted her at the time. The ammo order had been finished and delivered and she figured she’d have the time to write them now with her pet taking a nap.
That is if she could she parchment paper to write the letters, the red haired Sin’dorei thought she had more somewhere in her bags. The huntress shook her head and started, she couldn’t write a plea to ask for help if there wasn’t anything to write on. Luckily, she found enough parchments papers to write with a few minutes later in the same pack where she also found her Bloodthistle. She wasn’t sure how the papers ended up where they did but at least she had some, even if the parchments had the scent of Bloodthistle on them.