Jyou cast a heavy sigh at the weather outside the inn. It really was an impossible situation. If she stayed out in the field, her mistsaber would be happier, but they’d both be damp and cold from the rain. If she stayed in the inn, they would both be warmer, if not their welcome so much. Aiyaa would stay in the stables, curled up in the back of her box, but the civilian horses would be fretting and stamping all night.

Or she could spend the night in one of Stormwind’s many inns; Aiyaa wouldn’t cause any trouble there, so long as she chose properly. But the human capital had grown entirely too busy, too filled with humans in the months since the cataclysm. Lakeshire was also full of humans, but it was nothing compared to the crown city. And really, who could relax surrounded by humans?

No, there was no rest to be found there. And so long as she had unfinished business in this wayward corner of the Alliance, the natives were simply going to have to adapt.

Now, to get them to stop looking at her like that.