<3> The trio of elves quietly closed the door behind them and flicked the latch closed before thy gruffly pushed Vinnia to the bed along the opposite wall. Almost as if rehearsed, all three shed their clothing to stand naked around her and eyed her for a long moment after exchanging expectant glances. The trio closed in about her quickly, all three pairs of hands hungrily tugging away at her dress, desperate to take their prize for their own desires… … until the door to the room suddenly came flying off its hinges to clatter with a thunderous boom to the floor. The elves froze and stared at the angry pair of glowing blue eyes and the massive, muscular build framed by the light in the hallway - an angry shadow of vengeance. “Back off,” the deep, menacing voice echoed calmly. The elves exchanged glances as the trio covered themselves as best as they could, the lead elf retorting, “She’s ours, good sir. Leave-” He didn’t even get his last word out before he was suddenly struck in the head by a powerful concussive shot. Stars filled his gaze as he dropped to the floor heavily, unconscious. The other two naked elves scrambled toward the far windows as the draenei reloaded and fired as quick as a whip, the last two shots from his crossbow hitting their marks perfectly to disable the perverted pair. Artaan eyed the trio for a long moment to ensure they wouldn’t be getting up, finally letting out an exasperated sigh before holstering his weapon on his back. Heavy hoofsteps took him to the bed as a look of concern crossed his face, the glow of his eyes lighting up his nearly-nude sister. Her eyes appeared to have rolled into the back of her head, but she was still breathing and appearing to murmur unintelligibly. A tinge of color crossed his cheeks as he carefully replaced her dress straps as best as he could, scooped her into his arms, and carried her from the dark room into the lit hallway. Luuria had just made it to the top of the stairs, a look of relief crossing her as Artaan and Vinnia came into sight. “Thank the Light… thank you, Artaan… ish she…?” “I believe she is fine. She was not yet undressed when I entered,” he rumbled and extended an elbow in her direction. “Come, we’re leaving. I’ll take you home.” Luuria gratefully took hold of his arm to lean heavily against him. “Thank you,” was all she could think to say as the trio made their way down the stairs and out of the house. Not so much as a word of opposition came from anyone else still partying. The drunken Luuria nearly collapsed again as they stopped several yards from the house, but Artaan was quick to catch her and steady her until she could stand stationary. “Easy. This… may not be pleasant. Can you hold onto reins long enough to get you back to Dalaran?” Luuria’s head bobbed up and down in an exaggerated nod. “Okay….” As carefully as could be, Artaan laid his unconscious sister on the soft grass before moving back to Luuria and hoisting her up piggyback-style. From within a pouch he pulled out a crystal vial filled with sand-colored liquid, and with a pop of its cork the swirling tincture disappeared into his mouth. In an instant, a puff of smoke engulfed him, and in his place stood an impressive, sandstone-scaled dragon with Luuria seated atop his back. “You alright?” the dragon rumbled in Artaan’s voice, though its maw did not move. Luuria shrieked as she was suddenly seven feet higher in the air than she had been before. Her arms reached out and grasped the reins of his saddle as quick as she could… right before a comet of sickness came retching over the dragon’s right flank. Artaan sighed helplessly, but he figured she might be a bit more sober at least. One of his clawed feet reached out to gingerly scoop the prone Vinnia, her eyes now shut, off the ground before the other three launched them all up into the night sky. * * * * * Very few places allowed for landing in Dalaran, but Luuria had made sure the windows and balcony leading to her room were left open in anticipation for her return. The sandstone drake’s wings beat thrice as he carefully perched himself on the narrow stone outcropping, and in another puff of smoke he was Artaan once more with Vinnia in his arms, Luuria on his back, and a trail of retch splattered down his right shoulder. “Ugh… you have my thanksh, Artaan,” Luuria groaned as she staggered off his back and through her large glass doors. “Have Vinnia shpeak to me when she wakesh… I wanna know she’sh alright, okey dokey?” Artaan nodded and offered her a slight smile. “I will. Get some water, bread, and a vitamin-rich herb before you sleep. Try Khadgar’s Whisker.” Luuria nodded in agreement as she swung the doors shut behind her. Vinnia remained out cold as Artaan transformed yet again, though he’d kept her clutched in his grasp rather than daring to precariously balance her on his back. A quick flight and a few portals later brought the siblings back to the depths of the Exodar, and from there Artaan produced the key to his self-built chopper to gently seat Vinnia upright in its sidecar. Soon enough they were barreling at a swift pace out the Exodar’s arch and through the darkened woods of Azuremyst Isle. The soft thrum of the motorcycle’s engine kept the wild beasts at bay as he took a far less-traveled path to draw closer and closer to their home, but as it came into sight deep into the woods, a soft, agitated moan escaped from within the sidecar. Artaan glanced over to see Vinnia begin to stir. An exhausted sigh escaped him as he veered to the right off the path and along the small hill that overlooked their home. With a click, the headlights of his motorcycle went dark, and among the brush Artaan went silent, patiently awaiting his sister’s return to consciousness.