Telvanni

"Wisdom confers power, and power confers right."

Her cloack was covered with the dust of the road, hood concealing the tired visage. Mounting the tall stone steps leading to the front door of a mansion, she picked up and let fall a knob shaped as a serpent's head three times. For a minute nothing could be heard. Then shuffling footsteps approaching, very slowly, indicated that someone was coming, someone old. Fumbling with the lock could be heard, then whisper, and the door opened with a creek. A wrinkled face peered out.

'Yees?'

'Greetings my dear Em'

The old lady peered under the hood, her face wrinkling even more in disbelief.

'Lady.. my child is that you?' Her voice was faint and shaky, many years have passed.

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