Opening
Induil walks through the bustling port city in confusion and wonder. Last time she was here this was a small village. How had so much changed in so short a time? A few wandering eyes linger on the elf as she passes. Elves are a rare sight in Evermourn. Her white robes practically gleam in the sunlight, a strong contrast to the rain and mud slick cobblestone and water stained wooden buildings.
Her noise crinkles a little at the smell of the place. She never quite got used to the smell of humans, sweat and grime. They can be so crude at times. Even Eleanor agreed. She passes a tavern smelling of ale and tobacco smoke. A few patrons make cat calls at her but she keeps walking.
"Where was it?" She sighs, looking around. None of these streets used to be here. She eventually makes her way to where the center of the old village was. She turns and looks toward a certain house. It's different, larger, a far cry from the hovel that she healed Eleanor's wounds in after she bound and banished the demon that nearly laid waste to her village. Eleanor was barely just out of her teens then.
She frowns, the thought crosses her mind again, how much time has passed? What if she no longer lives there?
She walks up to the door and knocks. A woman answers. Induil's eyes widen in shock. It's like she's barely changed at all.
"Eleanor?"
