Taking in a deep breath, Elith turns for the Tavern. She scrambles towards the place as quickly as possible. Her feet seem to drag under her and the limp wings drape over her tiny frame. She can still hear the persistent footsteps behind her. They begin to move quicker with ever stride she takes. She takes another breath and takes off!
Finally! She comes to the door heaving! She grabs for the brass nob desperately! Pulls. Nothing! The footsteps are closing in on her. She can feel her heart beating faster and faster. "Please open!" She yells, hoping that someone inside might here. So much for being open 24/7. "Please!" Her screams echo.
As Elith opens her mouth to attempt to scream out again, a gloved hand covers her lips firmly!
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