Sweat, blood, mud and the sharp tang of fear mingling in with heart-racing adrenaline cloyed up to her nose and seductively caressed this newfound side of her personality that inched its way further and further to the surface. With every slice of her knife and howl of pain or scream that was cut short when a throat was opened up, the old Celim retreated into some cerebral womb to sleep and observe as one by one the mutants that attacked her fell. She'd killed before, not that she was some stone-cold murderer or assassin but there had been times before when defending herself and Alys or protecting them that she'd taken another's life out of rude necessity.<br/><br/>But it had never felt this damn<i>good</i>. No...this was better than good. This was almost natural like taking a breath or blinking an eye, she mused from her front-row seat as the mutant she'd just knocked to the ground looked up just in time for her to drive the knife into his eye and marveled at how the wound wept ocular fluid and blood like an egg cooked over easy.<br/><br/>When the last creature around her ceased breathing and she rose from the ground, she dropped the knife and studied her stained hands as if it were the first time seeing blood.<i>I wonder what it tastes like...</i>She found herself wondering as the thrumming of her heart seemed to whisper insidiously<i><b>lick it.</b></i>Lick it? Where was that coming from? And yet, it wasn't quite as revolting a notion as she might have thought were she in her right mind. Maybe she was going crazy, perhaps some new kind of shock from fighting so viciously? But oh, how delightful it smelled and with each passing moment, it grew more and more tempting to just give it a quick lick. A little taste, a little token for her troubles...<br/><br/>"Are you injured, Miss?"Snapping her from her strange thoughts just as her tongue lolled out to sample the blood on her hand. Suddenly she was 'back' and confused while looking around as survivors poured back into the square and bodies of mutants were pulled into piles. "I'm fine."She answered when the older peasant man kept staring at her and her brain paused in trying to piece events together. "You're covered in blood, you really should have someone look at you. I know just the right per--!" "I'm<i>fine</i>!"She snapped peevishly, standing to her feet and looking down at her shirt.<i>God, this shirt is ruined. I'm all warm and sticky and not in the super happy fun way either. </i>She complained, moving past the peasant man and moving with a slight limp towards the inn only to pull short when the sound of someone talking caught her attention.<br/><br/>"I've got a lovely bunch of heroes..."She hummed, seeing the trio stand near Captain Schiller while he vowed that examples would be made of the mutants that had attacked. A strange queasy sensation roiled in her belly and she felt exhausted which she attributed to the adrenaline leaving her limbs. The blonde elf knew where to her and all she truly cared about at the moment was getting back to the Salty Sow Inn, change out of her clothes, check herself for injuries and making sure that her friend was okay. Maybe even squeeze in a prank now that the thought occurred to her. No doubt seeing her shirt saturated with blood was going to genuinely freak the half-elf out as the inn came into view.<br/><br/>"Move!"She ordered the remaining survivors that hadn't yet filtered back out into the square when she entered the main room of the Salty Sow, her patience running thin as people stopped to gape and gawk at her. "Yes, it's blood. I get it, scary scary."She huffed in annoyance while making her way to her room.<i>This is gonna be good! </i>She mentally laughed as she slapped her hands on the wall and scuffled her boots against the worn wood of the floor while making gurgling noises as she got closer and closer to her room.<br/><br/>"Braaaaaaaaaiiiiinnssssss!"Celim moaned as she forced the door open only to pull to an abrupt stop when the sight of her friend's bow untouched resting near her sword and their travel bags greeted her. "Brains?" She asked, dark eyes sweeping the room and scratching her head. There weren't many places to hide in the room. No places to hide in fact as she walked across the floor to the window to peer down below.  Did she perhaps go outside and join the others once the fighting was over? No, that didn't make any sense, especially since her quiver still looked full.<br/><br/>"Okay...there's got to be a perfectly rational explanation for things. Alys left...she came here..."Growing silent as her brain began to try and solve the mystery. Did her friend actually make it to the inn? But if she had, she'd have definitely fired a few arrows or gone back out to join knowing that she'd stayed out to fight. She was loyal like that after all. So then, what was the fate of her friend? Her stuff was still there, so she hadn't just decided that she'd be better off alone and skipped out during the chaos.<br/><br/>Chaos. Grabbing her sword and storming out of their room, Celim quickly closed the gap between the doorway and the room across from theirs, finding newfound strength in her desperate quest to find her childhood friend and kicked the door open.<br/>An empty room greeted her as she glanced around then moved onto the next only to be greeted by the same thing as the last, the wood of the door splintered where her booted had collided into it. Backing out and forcing open the door behind her and surprising a small group of travelers that had no doubt decided that it was better to hide than to risk their life playing hero. "Room check. Don't forget to tip your innkeeper." She muttered, pulling the door behind her with a resounding slam.<br/><br/>Just as she entered the hall once more, she noticed a man exiting a room and then curiously slide something under the door.  A man who looked he'd certainly seen better days and perhaps seen a certain redhead...<br/><br/>"Blessings and Good Tidings to you, Stranger."She called out to him, sword lowered halfway to seem less menacing despite the blood caked shirt she currently wore as she approached him. "I'm searching for my friend, perhaps you've seen her? About so high, nice shape, red hair and totally has someone who would kill for her if anything nefarious has happened to her?"Leaning against the wall as she stared intently at him waiting for his response while trying to resist the urge to vent her frustration out on this man's door.