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Despite her lack of people skills, Moeasha could tell that the townsfolk were angry. And that their anger was being directed at her. The Innkeep, upon seeing her, began shouting and cursing, telling Moeasha she was no longer welcome in his establishment and that she was the cause of all the destruction. No matter how much Moeasha insisted that wasn't true, he wouldn't hear of it and soon a small gathering of the villagers were joining in on the shouting. With no other choice, Moeasha ran back to the shore. 

[i]Fine, I won't waste a coin on them,[/i] she thought to herself, then noticed a small boat that was still intact, somehow it had escaped the tendrils rampage. [i]Well, if they won't give me a bed to sleep in after I paid for it, I will take their boat as compensation![/i] Moeasha pushed the boat out to sea, climbing aboard and beginning to use the oar to find Azerus.

"Azerus!!!" Moeasha shouted, trying to spot him among the rolling waves in the night. Trying to conserve her magical energy, Moeasha decided to continue using the wooden oar as she drifted farther from the shore.