What the fuck!? All she wanted was some sleep. Just an hour. Maybe two.
Just as her body had started to relax and fall into a lovely lull of sleep - she had been jolted awake by the racket next door. What on earth had Azier tried to do now? Could he not stop being an idiot for a night?
Too upset to even think her actions through, she got up in a rage and stomped over to the cabin next to hers with the full intention to attempt to murder the man herself. Much like a woman scorned - her wrath came quickly and without mercy.
Even though it was heavy, she pulled the first set of doors like they were made of butterfly wings. When she got to the second set, she heaved them open like they had been crafted of cheap, thin wood. She felt nothing as her senses left her - other than her intellect.
