It has been a long journey, and to learn that he has arrived late is irritating at best. Caladrel preferred punctuality when he could manage it, but his years had caught up with him long ago and where weighing on his back. The old elf had grey hair where most had blonde. And where many were used to seeing the unchanging immaculate features of his kin there were wrinkles and crows feet. Still, his eyes burned with a fierce intelligence. Though that might jut have been his annoyance for traveling all the way to Ravengro just to miss the funeral.<br/><br/>Professor Petros Lorrimor was one of the few colleges he could actually say he liked. To learn that he had passed was... unfortunate. Cal had lost many friends over his lifetime, and every time one left him for the afterlife it stung.<br/><br/>As he walked toward the home of his late friend he pried his mind from it's morbid musings. He had a duty to preform, if nothing else he would would pay his respects to his friend and pass on his condolences to his daughter, what was her name? Kathrine, no that wasn't right, but it was definitely a K-something. Petros would always talk about her, Kendel? Kilala? no, no definitely not. Kendra! That's what it was. That could have been embarrassing.<br/><br/>Caladrel was pulled from his ponderings with a nudging in his side. He turned his head to see the tiny fuzzy head sticking out of one of his bags, followed by a paw that poked him in the side. Cal allowed himself a small smile."Fine, fine." He rooted around his his other bag until he drew out a small piece of lettuce and fed it to the small hare. "There you are."<br/><br/>As he arrived at the house of the late Lorrimor, he couldn't help but feel a intangible weight settle onto his back. He felt old, well, older than usual. Aches and pains, receding hairlines and all that was par for the course. But standing outside the home of his dead friend, he felt every second of his long lived life. He straightened up and made sure his scholar robes were in order before rapping on the door with his walking stick.<br/><br/>With any luck, this trip would be a short one and he would be back in the university before he knew it.