A tiny figure paces in front of the doors to the guild hall. As she paces she can be overheard mumbling to herself. "Stupid scale" Nervously she pops a [ITEM][Unidentified eye][/ITEM] in and out of [ITEM][Old Teamster's skull][/ITEM]. "'s no' me fault tha' t' thing broke anyway." A sentence here and there are loud enough to hear. "an' lady Vashj shoul' 'ave minded 'er scales be'er." She paces some more. "They 'as ter take me in... bu' wha' if they don't? _She_ will 'ave foun' ou' by now."
"I'm no' doin' any more o' 'er chores! I'm no'! A tiny foot stamps down angrily. "t' stupid trophee cases can fall o'er an' break too fer all I care."
In her agitation she fumbles and the [ITEM][Unidentified eye][/ITEM] falls and rolls away. "Ack! Go an' fetch 't, Roachie." A brown, winged insect that is all but invisible in the darkness flutters after the eye.
"Bu' maybe they 'ave chores 'ere too..." She ponders this silently for a while, then resumes her pacing. "'t won' be cleanin' t' scorch marks an' bear barf out o' t' carpets though" The brown creature returns and waves it's antennae frantically, proudly pointing at the [ITEM][Unidentified eye][/ITEM] it has rolled back to her. "...an besides..." she smiles mischievously "wi'out 'er on me back I can duck em easily."
After muttering and pacing like this for quite a while, with a shrug and a sigh she suddenly sits down under a street lamp and starts to unpack several cheeses from her pack. A large dark flame is stamped on each of these. "come Roachie, le's eat, all this thinkin' 'as made me 'ungry."
Seemingly this late night snack has bolstered her resolve. She gets up and knocks on the door loudly.