Ellura was late. She was always late, and often not in the fashionable manner.  She wasn’t so much bumbling as time just sorta..got away from her. Having limitless time at your disposal kinda caused the days to just slam together in a glorious crescendo of forever. It was far from glorious. In eighty some-odd years she’d already seen dear friends come and go. Slip in to the grasp of madness, senility, and disease.  If it was ‘hell’ getting old…then sticking around forever was certainly no picnic.<br/><br/>Ellura trounces through the dingy city streets ,wild crimson and ochre locks bouncing about like a uncontrolled dancing flame.  She takes a moment to swing her head back to ensure her companion is following her.   She rolls her eyes at the waddling creature strolling casually behind her as if it hasn't a care in the world.   Tiny and spritley the tiny elemental comes following, taking in the sights and sounds of the city's squallor.   The creature is about three feet tall spindly, and at first appearance looks to be an exceptionally muddy child .  Made up of tightly packed soil, with a short grassy patch atop its head, the creature stops every few feet to take a closer look at something.   Sticking a thin arm out and manhandling everything that comes in contact with it with large, over sized hands, unintentionally comming close to breaking anything it manages to pick up.<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"Tuwa!"</span>Ellura stops dead in her tracks, adjusting her frazzled curls and adjusting her bladed chain  as it rests over her shoulders.<span style="color: olive">"You'll have time to explore later - Lets -GO-"</span>she yelps sternly, causing the eyes of the small creature  to turn down slightly.  She sighs and shakes her head....familiars were more trouble then they were worth sometimes...especially this little ....thing.  She watches as Tuwa speeds up along side her and gives the lich a small smile. His pupiless eyes match her own, made of dark black onyx where as hers have only grown dark over time and deacay.<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"C'mon.."</span>she points ahead to the smalll group forming up in the distance.<span style="color: olive">"I think thats them..." </span>she sighs and looks down to the creature.<span style="color: olive">"Race  you."</span>she  grins. Taking off with a mad dash towards the giant of a woman and her companions.  She would be gasping for air -had she a ned for it -when she reaches the group,  she looks around for Tuwa who's already fiddling about with a near by tomb stone as its already been there a rather long time .  She shakes her head, adjusting her hair and weapons, as she looks to the party memebers with a sheepish look of regret<span style="color: olive">. "Sorry to keep you waiting.." </span>she rubs her hand off on the cloth part of her  armor before sticking the hand out palm up , it shows off her tattoo of a small flaming skull on her wrist as she reaches her hand out,it mimics the larger one emblazoned on her chest, but only the flames can be seen under her mithril breastplate.<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"So not to waste time..Ellura. I kill things what need killing. That." </span>she points to the elemental,<span style="color: olive"> "Is Tuwa." </span>She looks to the muscled woman, she simply just-looked- to be in charge.<span style="color: olive">"You in charge of this dog an pony show?"   </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>