[center][h1][color=lightblue]Elena Adarlan[/color][/h1]Kalla[hr][/center]

Kalla, a small oasis trading town by the edge of the Killiman desert. Small, square buildings of hardened sandstone, marble temples, and a busy, bustling marketplace anointed with brilliant, bright colored flags. Despite its rather the town's relatively small size, it was still fairly well known and well travelled, and was the primary stopping point for trade caravans headed in and out of Varuk territory. As such, there was also plenty of room for strife, chaos and cutthroats. Not a lawless town, but not an entirely peaceful one either, be it infighting or marauder raids. All in all, a pretty average town in Hitala. It wasn't nearly as nice as Portea, but at the same time, it had its own quaint little rustic charms.

These rustic charms were more or less lost on Elena, as she rode into town. The sun was bright, it was hot, and had she not worn her traveling cloak, her fair skin probably would've been burnt a long time ago. The Isoli people were resistant to the cold, not so much the heat. Thankfully, she had traded out her heavy travelling cloak, for a lighter one- this red and white hood draping to just past her shoulders as opposed to her whole body, its light fabric and colors reflecting away the light and heat, without weighing her down too much. The cloak billowed in the breeze as the staff Elena sat upon carried her in. 

The Red Saints had a small presence in the town of Kalla, currently only her friends Neev and Vog had been assigned there. The town was small enough that the two of them should've been enough to take care of it, but there must've have been some trouble on the winds, as Cinclaire had sent Elena there directly. Reluctantly, but obediently, Elena was now in Kalla, bearing the desert heat for her dearest sister. Elena caught some strange glances as she arrived in town. Her hands quickly shot to her hood, afraid that it had somehow fallen off, but it hadn't. The stares were probably at the fact that she was riding a staff instead of a horse. 

Sliding off her staff, and taking it back into her hands, Elena took stock of her surroundings. She'd just arrived, so she'd best check in at the temple- or at the tavern where Neev and Vog were. Though, if she had some free time, perhaps the marketplace would be a nice place to check out- she could buy some gifts or supplies there. The marketplace would also be a decent place for her to start gathering information as well.  

Deciding she'd at least drop her stuff off and secure lodgings for the near future, Elena approached the inn. It was one of the larger buildings in town- fitting as Kalla had a decent amount of travelers coming though. Reaching for the door, Elena had placed her hand on the door before it suddenly swung out, knocking her off her feet.

[color=lightblue]"Ah!"[/color] Was all Elena got out as she hit the ground. Her hands went for her head instead of trying to brace her fall, grabbing at the edges of her hood as she landed. Coughing from the dust and sand that picked up as she landed, Elena looked up to see  a rather tall man standing over her. He apologized for knocking her over and reached out to help her up.

[color=lightblue]"No its okay, I just wasn't expecting the door to swing open so suddenly,"[/color] Elena replied quietly, taking the man's hand as he helped her up. [color=lightblue]"Thank you."[/color] she replied softly as she dusted herself off the ground, finally looking up to get a better look at the man.

He was a taller man- taller than she was, broad shouldered and dressed in bright red, with the look of a fighter about him. Cocking her head, Elena noticed that he also had a few companions following behind him- one of which she recognized as an isoli woman, not unlike Elena, their manner of dress and look were fairly different when compared to other cultures. Behind the isoli woman was another human man, slightly older, and also surprisingly recognizable. Elena had to study him for a moment before recognition fully clicked: the narrow face, greying hair, 

[color=lightblue]"Oh, Sir Allanon!"[/color] Elena called out to the older man in surprise, her melodic voice picking up as she waved to him. [color=lightblue]"I wasn't expecting to find you in Kalla!"[/color]

To be fair, Elena wasn't expecting to find Allanon anywhere. While very kind and helpful to the members of the Red Saints around Portea, Allanon came and went fairly regularly, and never really said too much where he was going.