You walk over to the seventh door and knock on it with a copper knocker that is there. Someone inside seems to be making an aweful lot of noise. Finally, someone asks, "Who is it?"
You introduce yourself, sometimes yelling because the noise inside gets louder and softer. "One moment," she says after you've finished.
"All right, come on in," she says happily, and you push the door open.
To your left, a woman holding two rather sharp knives is standing. She definately is an elf, and she looks happy to see you. She places both of her knives down on the seat beside her. "Sorry," she says, "I thought you were a wanderor, but you can never be too safe, now can you?"
You sit down and see two canine-like creatures curled up on two separate chairs. They both look at you, but they both tamely tay in their seats. "Those two are Sosoria. They're Embalk and Kaeatz. They were rocketing around before, chasing each other. That's why there was such a racket, I was trying to get them to settle down."
She leans back in her seat and says, "I'm sorry I can't be of much help to you, wanderor. Have you talked to Zyrelune yet? He probably will know something that can help you. He's the fifth door from the edge, he is."
