Induil

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? Her nose crinkles a little at the smell of the place. She never quite got used to the smell of humans, sweat and grime. She passes a tavern smelling of ale and tobacco smoke. A few patrons make cat calls at her but she keeps walking. Eventually she finds where the center of the old village was and approaches a familiar yet changed house. She knocks on the door, and when you answer, her eyes widen in shock. "Eleanor?"