Neverwinter Forest What the feck

either astara had become a master sneak since she left blackfeather, or ganondorf was a particular brand of unobservant. she had been following ganondorf for some time now, trailing his moves like an elusive shadow -- truthfully, she had expected to be discovered by now.

yet, she hadn't. astara flicked a long ear forward, her shrewd eyes resting on ganondorf's form ahead. he appeared bent in concentration -- she could hear the faintest murmur of an incantation encircling him. this was not the homecoming she expected (could it be called that? she had met him once, and now she had plans to harass him).

astara darted ahead, furtive with light steps. she spun around as she overcame him, dropping the stone with a loud clatter right before his (she assumed) obviously not-opened eyes. it was an action made to prove a point ('helllo?!? do you even have ears??'), more than a gesture -- she did not know he needed the stone, and would not have offered it up even if she had known.