#the!!!!!!

If Jaheira had a silver for every hostage like situation she's been in, she'd be able to get herself a new pair of boots... Though by the looks of things around her, the old harper quickly came to the conclusion that wherever she was, she absolutely wasn't the only one unceremoniously taken from their home. After taking a few minutes to gather her bearings, and a few more to be pissy about the loss of her scimitars, Jaheira took off in the opposite direction of where she was originally facing, eying every passerby for even a hint of familiarity.

And familiarity she found, in the form of bright pink, finely decorated horns at the very edge of her eyesight. Well, perhaps keeping a coin in the back pocket really does win you Tymora's favour...