A rather shoddy raft pulled up to the docks of the City's port and off of it stepped a lone female passenger. Her clothing definitely placed her as hailing from a land far, far away from these shores along with her exotically tanned skin. She fixed her rather large hat on her head, shifting herself a bit as she grabbed a small napsack and slung it over her right shoulder. The girl herself stood at a mere 4'8, a short little thing beyond any measure of doubt, though she had a bit of muscle built on her - it was clear that while she was tiny, there was a whole lot of punch packed into her frame. The very air around her felt different too, it felt fresh, clean...pure. She drew in a deep breath of her own, placing a hand on her hips as she cast her gaze towards the large city walls, "Alright, Nora. Let's get a move on, it took you way too long to get here." She scolded herself softly before setting off on her way - but not before giving her small raft a final wave good bye....just as it broke and sank to the bottom of the sea. Well...shit. Guess there really is no going back now.
She blinked as she watched her sinking raft, not even sure how to respond before shaking it all off and proceeding forward. With the aid of her portals, she was able to reach the gates within minutes, startling the guards quite by accident by leaping out of a portal just before them, "Hey there. I'm new to these lands...Mind telling me where I'm at right now..?" She pondered a bit, tilting her head slightly. The guards just stared in shock for a moment before one finally peeped up with, "P..Polsworth.." That seemed sufficient enough for the young Eliatrope, "Alright! I made it afterall! Mind letting me in? I could use a good night's sleep after my trip here..." She smiled. They took their time inspecting her for weapons or other contraband items before decided she was safe to let through.
As she passed through the main gates, she took a moment to drink in the sights of the city within, not bad. Not bad at all. Still, it's no Haven bag.
[Ah, yes. The haven bag. a wonderfully magical creation gifted to the Isles of 12 by the gods themselves. Each bag holds a pocket dimension that can be utilized for various purposes including, but not limited to, Storage of items and money, Housing, vending, etc.]
She really wished she had brought hers from home, would have made traveling so much more bearable. She wandered through the streets until something rather interesting caught her eye, a dragon. She blinked a bit, rubbing her eyes slightly as if to shake off an illusion before letting out an ecstatic trill! It wasn't an illusion! A dragon! If anyone knew anything about Eliatropes, it would be a dragon for sure! Without any delay, she bolted forward, launching a portal in front of her and one just by the dragon's eye! She leapt through, popping out by Grank's eye with a loud "HEEEEEEEEELLLLOOOOOOO" As she fell towards the ground, gracefully landing on her feet, and looking quite proud of doing so.
((Was that an okay intro? Or did I...overdo it...again...?))