Even Shula had to admit she was a bit lost. The trees were familiar but that was really about it. She thanked Faelan for his help and looking around she frowned. With nothing else to really go off of she began to lead Faelan through the woods. It was a painful process and the sun continued to set hour by hour until the shadow of the trees were engulfed by the night. The stars above shone like twinkling jewels, the night sky looking far more spectacular then what could usually be found on earth. It was probably due in part to the lack of light pollution.<br/><br/>As Shula walked she couldn't help but think of her old caretaker, Amelia, and the stories that the woman would tell of dragons. Shula never knew if they were true or not but the situation her and Faelan were in recalled one tidbit in particular. Shula remembered Amelia telling her that dragons, no matter how far they were, would know where their birthplace was. It was commonly their home- the place Dragons rested, bred, and died. Shula knew she didn't have much of a place to go to, but she hoped that her instincts would guide her to the familiar city she once lived by. It was really the only thing the pair had at the moment.<br/><br/>Sure enough, after a few hours the forest began to thin out before being interrupted by a well worn path. Groves indicated the markings of wheels and a faint light could be seen in the distance. Somehow Shula<i>knew</i>that this is where they needed to be. The two continued down the road, some traders passing them in the night with their lanterns ablaze and creatures pulling their wagons. Eventually they started to see houses on the outskirts of town and Shula was instantly familiarized with the place as they wandered more into town.<br/><br/>The city was a odd combination of old world technologies and slightly earthy concepts. Neon signs lit up the cobblestones and clothing lines and wires strung themselves from pole to pole and building to building. Demons milled about, some not seeming to pay too much attention to the injured pair. The smells of food wafted through the busy street Shula led Faelan down and lanterns zigzagged their way above them. It was really a very surreal experience to anyone who had never seen such a seen. To Shula though it was normal. She had grown up exploring these streets and right now she wasn't too inclined to give a tour. Actually, she seemed to be doing a bit rough, leaning heavily on Faelan and looking very tired.<br/><br/>She directed Faelan through the town and they turned into a different street, the calamity of the busy street calming down some. There were more shops on this street, the building tall and presumably acting as flats and lofts to the creatures that lived in this town. Lights shone from the windows and curtains ruffled themselves. In the pale light of the lanterns a shop sign for an emporium was shoddily lit. Shula led Faelan to trough the ally, a collection of very small yards facing each other. They went through a wrought iron fence, the gate creaking behind them. Shula wrinkled her nose at the state of the tiny yard. A small tree stood but was surrounded by various vines and tall grass. A wheel sad idly against a bench and the pavement leading up the back door was cracked and uneven.<br/><br/>"God, he really let the place go..." Shula muttered, knocking ferociously on the heavy wooden door. She continued banging on it until it finally opened.