Another week of travel found the pair in the massive city of Praza, nestled against the coast and protected by the surrounding mountains. The architecture was a mix between rugged and magnificent; the air was thick with sea salt with the faintest hum of energy. What kind, Sira couldn't put her finger on; but the city felt distinctly alien to her.
Elanna was more relaxed walking down the crowded streets here, as if she were walking among comrades.
They soon came to a stop upon reaching a shady looking tavern, looking weather worn on the outside and not very welcoming at all with its dark wood structure. Sira halted, and Elanna noticed this, looking over her shoulder at the girl.
"Trust me; this place is fine. Just let me do the talking alright?"
Sira nodded, and they stepped inside. The air was warm and heady scent were thick - the patrons were drab and shifty, sitting at their tables and quietly staring at the newcomers with wary eyes. Sira stayed close to Elanna, unconsciously taking hold of her arm; she seemed not to mind.
The innkeeper stepped into sight, giving Sira a fright because he just seemed to appear from thin air. The robes he wore did nothing to hide the fact that he had not a body to speak of, and darkness was all that could be seen inside the hood. She was almost hiding behind the Assassin when two golden shards of light opened in the darkness.
"Elanna," the voice was ethereal and deep, but distant all the same. Like a ghost speaking through a different dimension. "It has been a while since I felt your presence here; I assume you're little pet is tethered?" the shards of light 'looked' towards her.
Sira frowned at the term; she wasn't Elanna's pet.
"Don't worry, Ytzuk; she won't tell anyone."
So that's what he meant.
'Ytzuk' seemed to accept this, and he looked back to Elanna. "I assume you'll be wanting the usual, with extra accommodation?" he drawled, suddenly seeming bored with this exchange. Elanna simply nodded, and he turned away, floating off behind the bar. He eventually came back and handed her a key, clutched by what appeared to be a hand made from shadows. Sira ignored the blood draining from her face; where were they?