Ul'dah.  A city that Syranelle barely trusted, but a place she promised Esther Iteya she would be.  Mustering her courage and doing her best to allay her skepticism about this place, the tall, statuesque Elezen stepped off the airship and made her way downward to Pearl Lane.  Dressed in a long, but lightweight robe of Nophica Green, she passed through the arid streets and turned the corner onto the Lane proper. Rounding the corner, though, she nearly ran headlong into Kallera Etoile before coming to a stop with a start.
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"Oh!" Syranelle said, blinking in surprise. Â "Pardon me. Â I wasn't expecting it to be quite this busy here." Â The Elezen used one hand to smooth out the lines of her robe, looking between Kallera and her destination: Iteya's nearby Healing Tent. Â "You seem in a hurry, please, don't let me get in your way." Â Kindly, she side-stepped out of the woman's way, seeming intent to continue on toward Iteya's tent.
She gave a friendly wave to the Raen, though her eyes assessed the emptiness of the crates they'd delivered just a day or two prior. Â Empty. Â Oh, dear. Â Zhan'a was definitely going to have his work cut out for him. Â "You certainly seem like you've been busy, Iteya," she said, good-naturedly.
She gave a friendly wave to the Raen, though her eyes assessed the emptiness of the crates they'd delivered just a day or two prior. Â Empty. Â Oh, dear. Â Zhan'a was definitely going to have his work cut out for him. Â "You certainly seem like you've been busy, Iteya," she said, good-naturedly.
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