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[ Through the first two days of port Kara was fine. She could be found all over the tower, especially in those places where battles were likely to be had. She destroys guardsmen's swords, crushes giant spiders in the servant's quarters, even kills snakes in the menagerie.
There was a stretch of many hours when Kara was lost in the guest quarters, distracted by pretty boys and girls, drained of what energy she has left. For a long time she simply sat, staring happily at the pseudohumans who bustled so busily about.
It was the third day when she realized she was getting tired. The way that time moved here confused her, and she couldn't keep track of her power levels like she could have anywhere else. Still she sought out people who needed her help, and searched for the bearded man who must have had something terrible planned. The broken stair was a long chore, and she wasn't sure anymore how many times she'd crossed it. She kept finding herself back in the basement and lower levels of the tower, where monsters roam.
It was the imps in the library that finally forced her to find a quiet corner to rest. She was able to frighten them off, but it took more effort than she liked. She clutched at her side as she scanned the shelves for a clear route to the exit. She wasn't healing as quickly as she should have been. ]
[ Through the first two days of port Kara was fine. She could be found all over the tower, especially in those places where battles were likely to be had. She destroys guardsmen's swords, crushes giant spiders in the servant's quarters, even kills snakes in the menagerie.
There was a stretch of many hours when Kara was lost in the guest quarters, distracted by pretty boys and girls, drained of what energy she has left. For a long time she simply sat, staring happily at the pseudohumans who bustled so busily about.
It was the third day when she realized she was getting tired. The way that time moved here confused her, and she couldn't keep track of her power levels like she could have anywhere else. Still she sought out people who needed her help, and searched for the bearded man who must have had something terrible planned. The broken stair was a long chore, and she wasn't sure anymore how many times she'd crossed it. She kept finding herself back in the basement and lower levels of the tower, where monsters roam.
It was the imps in the library that finally forced her to find a quiet corner to rest. She was able to frighten them off, but it took more effort than she liked. She clutched at her side as she scanned the shelves for a clear route to the exit. She wasn't healing as quickly as she should have been. ]
