"Lady Montelot? Have you anything more to say about this matter?"

The voice pierced the mist. The mist that had kept me so calm, the mist that had kept me from falling apart completely. It settled around me just after the final death toll number had reached my ears and it had been there ever since, swirling in and out of my mind and keeping a protective cloud over my eyes. I very much liked the mist. And this man's voice had just jolted it.

He piped up again in his squeaky, irritating voice. "Lady Montelot! Have you anymore to say?"

I turned my eyes up to meet his directly and I saw him shift uncomfortably. That was the way that most people reacted to eye contact with me. It was a consequence to having such an eye color that was so.. unique. I spoke in the same level, monotone voice that had seemingly taken mine over since the incidents had occurred. "No. I've nothing more to say." I was about to leave it there, but then a sudden spike in energy, one that I hadn't experienced in weeks, surged through me. I kept my eye contact, but I felt them narrow slightly. This unnerved the man and his colleagues even more. "Now if you would, wrap up these proceedings before I lose my patience and wrap them up for you. I find no pleasure in divvying up the possessions of the dead."

I saw the way they flinched as I added my last statement. They knew the underlying threat that it held. Everyone did. That's why they had been treating me with different manners. Almost like I was a stray dog that was kept as a pet. It looks like a normal pet, but it is known that the dog could snap at any moment and show it's true fangs. The squeaking man stammered and fumbled with the papers he held, some of them slipping to the ground. As he did, the mist shrunk to me a little tighter, as if approving of my actions.

"Y-yes, well, ah.. I believe if there are no issues, we can get all of these documents signed and have you on your way, Lady." He looked nervously at his companions, who stared for a moment before nodding quickly, sifting through their papers and sliding a few of them across the table to me. The squeaky man (I had not bothered to catch his name. The mist had not deemed it important enough to reach my ears) took a wary step closer, but not too close, to me, looking down at the documents and pointing to each of them in turn. "That one is for ownership of all of your father's estates, including the farms and your own personal home. This one here if for the office in the.. the city.. And this last one is for all of his assets and possessions."

I couldn't hold back the small snort that escaped me. "The office in the city?"

The man stammered again. "Yes, w-well we understand the circumstances, but.. it.. was still included in the wills.."

The office probably wasn't even standing at that time. It was probably in shambles, like the rest of the city. The Worgen had not been kind to it.

I quickly signed all of the documents, my hand moving swiftly, despite the mist. As I slid the papers back, I rose from the large chair. The mist was back in full force now, making a whirlwind around my head. As I moved towards the double-doors that let out into the foyer of the firm, all I said was a curt, "Good day, gentlemen." As the door shut behind me, I heard a chorus of wary, "Good day, Lady Montelot…"

Aggie was waiting in the carriage. I got in without a word and let the door slam behind me, taking my seat across from the quiet old woman. She did not even glance up from her knitting. "How did it go, dear?"

I grunted in reply, for the mist told me that Aggie would get the point without my words. She sighed and set down the blue scarf that she was knitting. Looking up, she tucked a wisp of white hair behind her ear. "Now, now. You must be a little more sociable to people. They don't know any better, Talenne. Can you blame them for staring? Look at you."

I brought my bright-golden eyes up to meet hers. She didn't flinch like the lawyers had. The mist didn't like this, and it constricted around me. "I do not need to be sociable. I do not need the approval of these people. They abandoned my family and I have no need for cowards. Let them rot and rebuild their city by themselves. I will not set foot in it."

Aggie sighed, going back to her knitting as the carriage jolted and began to move back towards Keel Harbor. "That's going to make it very difficult to get the groceries and such.. I'll manage.."