Everything was written in Elven, and thankfully she could still read it. There were signs for traders and stores, but she couldn't find an inn.
"Do you require a healer?" A woman asked nervously. Gio stared down at her, eyes murderous. He was still frazzled from the fighting.
She grew fearful with how Gio stared at her, "The healer is in the capitol center, as well as the inn. Though, if you wish for a less expensive tavern, it'll be on the far side."
He walked in with her and the old elven man looked up at them.
"Oh...a Cestradae? Here? It's been years since I've seen one of you..." He mused. Gio did not care for his mumblings.