Aila and Sindelle had met in Levalimar in the winter, with a harsh windstorm blowing in from the sea. Aila was walking briskly through the mage quarter, huddled around herself as she made her way to her small lodgings. She needed a small reprieve from the cold for a bit, so she ducked into the nearest store. To this day she couldn't remember the name of the place, only recalling that it was a tailor's store. The owner looked at her with a bit of worry before she waved him off and gestured to the cold outside, to which he nodded and went back to his work.

After taking in a few breaths, she felt her body tingle and warm slowly, when another person came through the door. It was a sylvari, a female, one of the newcomers from Erenhadi to join as a citizen of Levalimar. She was wearing a thick furred coat over much of her body, though her hooves were what gave her away. She walked right up to the owner of the tailor store.

"Pardon me, sir. You wouldn't happen to know if there were any room