<strong>Name:</strong>Peregrine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tivvum's Antiquities, Market Ward, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Peregrine, Alzeggra<br/><br/><br/><br/>A flash of annoyance rippled through Peregrine as the latest distraction pulled her away from what was admittedly a fascinatingly deft bit of enchantment. And what was this about a friend of hers? She didn't really have much in the way of those, not in Sigil at least—<br/><br/>Oh, Alzeggra, most likely. Wreng was looking for her, was… he, probably, if this thing was indeed Wreng. Well, at least it left her in peace quickly enough. No harm in passing the message along, she supposed, although she probably would have said that about overhearing a few careless visitors to the sensoria as well. If this turned into another chase across Sigil she was going to just start throwing people down the spire and have done with.<br/><br/>She turned her attention back to the shelf, just in time to witness the crash. That was… that was new. What sort of pen knife did<em>that</em>? Perhaps it wasn't just some experimental spellwork that had pulled her in in a peculiar way? If the thing was magical, and the dweamor was still a bit of a new thing, and she always interacted weirdly with magic anyhow, well, there was more than enough there to explain some peculiarity.<br/><br/>Her curiosity piqued, she was just reaching out to retrieve the thing again, carefully picking her way through mephits, when the entire pile started moving. She hesitated until she saw the beginnings of the claw then snatched her hand back. Another half second and the word golem being thrown about was all she needed.<br/><br/>Turning around in a tight space was not something that was terribly easy for Peregrine, one of the very few areas she'd grudgingly admit bipeds might be on to something with the whole rotate in place thing. Backing up wasn't exactly all that much better, as for all she could make a fairly good clip forwards, the other was wasn't as simple as just reversing all the muscle movements.<br/><br/>Well, if they didn't want their shop destroyed, they shouldn't have put in a golem. Perrin tensed, then launched herself upwards, hauling her body behind her as she went straight up over the shelves. It was a weird sensation, half a dozen bits and pieces digging into her scales, combined with some ominous creaking from the shelves themselves. She was almost all the way over when the crate hit, drawing a yelp from her as she could all but feel her tail bruising.<br/><br/>She shot out of the new aisle with the speed and intent of an arquebus round, and very nearly the sound of one as well as she bowled over some wispy looking elf maid and sent her crashing into the shelves. She slowed down a moment later, glancing towards the stairway up. Well, Alzeggra would certainly have heard what was going on, and she was a competent woman by all appearances. Perrin was sure she'd make it out just fine on her own.<br/><br/>And more importantly, any further assistance she could give would require she stick around the bone golem.<br/><br/>Perrin sped up, not looking back as she cornered, making for the door. Now she'd just have to make for somewhere quiet, turn back to normal and lay low for a while. She'd found enough for an investigation, even if it probably wouldn't hold up in court, and who knew, maybe Alzeggra had had even more luck than she. The elf might even get out alive if she managed to avoid the golem.