She came at night, a few hours before dawn, when the busy, overbearing hub of activity that was the daytime Crossroads had quieted down some. Only to resupply; never to stay. The troll wo'mon barely tolerated the presence of Thun'grim Firegaze up on the mountain. Other people, especially in large groups, were hell.

Setting down her bags against the inn's wall, she slid into a crouch and prepared for the wait, to get her business done first thing in the morning and leave before the place got busy again.

Just as she had made herself comfortable, two trolls stumbled out of Boorand's Crossroads booze station, barely managing to keep each other upright.

"J... hsssss... jah 'ear dat or'cla wo'mon be comin' back ta Sen'jin, mon?"

"Ya mon... she tell de futuah... mebbe she cyan also tell me de past... don think I can remembah much of tonite come de mornin!"

As the two trolls drifted off into the darkness, Raja'zul lost herself to her thoughts.

The oracle was coming back. It was time to go home again.