After a long journey from Tiago, Aella was resting next to a house in Waise. She takes a deep breath of the cold, crisp morning air and smiles slightly. She smells something sweet and pleasurable nearby; the familiar scent of a flower. The scent leads her attention to where it stands. The flower seems almost lonely as it reaches to the sky from a crack between cobblestone nearby. With her bow gripped close to her side, she stoops low to absorb more of its sweet scent. She caresses its petals with tip of her finger while she continues to survey the area.
The town is like she expected from the rumors she'd heard. There wasn't anybody in sight. Most of the houses appeared empty and abandoned, but one close to where she was had the door left wide open. The town of Waise seemed oddly calm and silent, eerily so.