<strong>Name:</strong>Peregrine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Market Ward, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alzeggra, Peregrine<br/><br/>Even with a bruised tail there were only so many things that could match a twenty foot long snake in pure forwards momentum, and most bipeds were not amongst their number. Granted, it wasn't that bad a bruise, the golem scoring a hit that glanced off the angle of her body, and Perrin had the added advantage of being able to simply brute force most obstacles like doors and shelves and people, simply going over that which she couldn't knock over. And of course in all likelihood a golem like that wouldn't pursue her out of the shop. People in the bazaar tended to frown on hostile looking bone golems in her experience.<br/><br/>And yet despite all that it was a good four or five minutes and several jumped walls later that Perrin finally managed to persuade herself to slow down. She actually probably ended up suffering more from her flight than the confrontation itself, she realised as she looked over herself. A number of scales were misaligned and one or two completely torn out — probably by the those blasted weeds that did a fair imitation of barbed chains — and there were a few rough patches where she had simply managed to abrade them. A significant accomplishment in light of how well lubricated they were usually. There was even one or two spots it looked like she came close to drawing blood.<br/><br/>But aside from all that she was intact, and if the bone golem had decided to follow — she never had bothered to look back to check, not wanting to slow down for an instant — it hadn't been able to keep up with her once she started taking advantage of all three dimensions. And some of the damage wasn't quite as bad as it looked, she learned quick enough as she shifted back to how she looked usually, some of the scores not standing out nearly as much once they were backed against cream instead of black.<br/><br/>And yet for some reason, despite her approximately clean bill of health, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that she had overlooked something that was going to come back and bite her in the tail, and probably with some considerable vigour. She chewed on her lip as she descended from the roof she had found herself on, carefully extending her body outwards till she could drop on each successive wall or section of grating. A process far easier than it looked for someone of her bulk, her weight spread over such a wide area that she typically exerted far less pressure than a much lighter human might on any given bit that was supporting her.<br/><br/>Now if she could just pin down what it was that was bothering her the day could go back to being fascinating in that aggravating yet satisfying sort of way it had possessed earlier. She'd also have to track down Alzeggra at some point. The elf probably would have found something out, after all, but it would have to wait. There was no way at all Perrin was heading back into that particular shop any time soon. She had half a mind to try to get the place shut down, save there was sadly no law, yet, about scaring a customer out of her scales with a bone golem. Maybe tax evasion instead? Everyone was guilty of that, and it didn't really matter what form her vengeance took exactly, just that she was the distal cause of it. Hell, even that was negotiable. In a pinch schadenfreude was better than nothing.<br/><br/>But that could come later. First, well, hmm. First she was going to get lunch. Then maybe see if Alzeggra had extricated herself from the shop and was easy to find, maybe meet back up at the Festhall. And if that didn't work, well, she could always see about some research into what in the world was going on with that dweamor. Now there was an interesting conundrum.