Elyria moved through the bustling marketplace with barely contained panic. Even though it was night, the streets were still very much alive.
Her steps were light, almost floating above the dusty ground so as not to draw attention to herself.
Elyria knew how beautiful she was and how many times, the human men had tried to have their way with her. She loved to have fun with men who made her feel like a woman but there were limits to that.
Ever since she landed, she had been walking for hours, scanning faces and asking for directions, hoping to meet the person Elder Zephyr had spoken of.
But this particular side of the human world was too big, too chaotic, too loud even for someone like her who had spent centuries frolicking in the sins of the world.
As she went, her mind kept replaying Zephyr's words.
"You will find him. He owes me a life debt after I helped he and his brother escape from mad man. If anyone can help us with magic, it's him."
