Tenoar glanced up from his map to stare at the diverging streets in front of him again. He'd asked directions from a shopkeeper a few buildings back, and at the time he'd been sure they made sense but now he was standing in confusion. Again. He'd made it from the Grove to Divinity's Reach with no problem; he'd found the maps easy to follow out there. But in here the many little winding side streets and diverging levels was making it very difficult for him to get to the inn the lady in Queensdale had recommended to him. Everything looked the same, only the street names seemed to differ and it was sometimes hard to find the signs.

Tenoar wrinkled his features up in thought and ran a hand through his hair. He'd simply have to ask someone again he supposed. He glanced around briefly. So far almost all the humans he'd spoken to had been friendly and helpful, and he was naturally outgoing so he wasn't nervous about speaking to strangers. The lady with all the shopping bags looked awfully busy though That gentleman trying to herd the two young children with him up the side walk probably wouldn't appreciate a distraction either. Ah, a Seraph! Perfect. Tenoar hopped off the sidewalk and crossed to the tall man in uniform presumably patrolling down the street.

"Excuse me." Tenoar said warmly. The man stopped walking and looked down, and he had to look a good way down at that. Tenoar was unusually short for his people, and the guard was well above average for his.

"Good afternoon. Can I help you?" The seraph replied cordially.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your patrol, but yes. I'm trying to get to… 'Applenook Inn'? I've been given directions but I can't seem to get there. I keep ending up back in this loop." Tenoar gestured to his map. The seraph adjusted his posture to better see the map.

"The upper and lower levels can be confusing to visitors in my experience. There are limited ways to get between the levels." The seraph looked at the map and the place where the inn the sylvari had mentioned was to try and think of the simplest way to send him.

"What brings you to Divinity's Reach?" he asked as he mentally laid out the route.

"Exploring! In my dream I saw bits of so many places, I wanted to get out and see them all as soon as I could, and find more for the Pale Tree to learn about!" Tenoar explained enthusiastically. The seraph raised an eyebrow curiously. The sylvari read his face.

"Oh, sorry. That probably doesn't make sense. I was told that other races don't dream." Tenoar tilted his head slightly, almost turning his statement into a question.

"Humans dream, but I think it might be different than….what you were referring to."

"You do? What are your dreams like?" Tenoar had completely forgotten about the map in his hands, his curiosity always getting the better of him. The seraph opened his mouth to answer, but he stopped, realziing this conversation might take some time.

"I think that may be a more in depth conversation than we should have standing in the street. You said you were heading to an inn? You don't know anyone here in the city?" He asked.

"No, at least, there's not anyone here I know that I know." Tenoar bumbled through his reply, his mind turning back to more concrete matters. The seraph smiled lightly at his mixed up response.

"Well then, how about you skip the inn and stay with me and my father? My patrol isn't much longer, I can give you a bit of a tour on the way back to headquarters and then I'm off for the evening, and perhaps we can have an interesting talk." The seraph's own curiosity had been well and truly sparked, he'd seen sylvari before a few times passing through the city but he'd never gotten to speak to one of them. He knew his father was curious about them too, and this one seemed quite ready to share.

Tenoar smiled broadly up at his tall new friend. "I'd love that."

The seraph put out his hand; Tenoar had learned enough of human culture on his trip up to know to grasp it and shake.

"I'm Erabast DeLaney. A pleasure. You are?"

"My name's Tenoar."

Erabast started walking again and Tenoar fell into step beside him, although he had to move quite briskly to keep up with Erabast's long stride. Erabast pointed out things "of interest" on their way; he'd been a seraph for a number of years and they'd been given a basic spiel to give to guests in his training. Beyond that he knew a lot as he'd grown up in Divinity's Reach. He could frankly give a "better" tour in the lower level in his opinion, but Tenoar seemed quite pleased with the historical information Erabast could dole out as they made their way to the seraph station.

"Lieutenant." A seraph on guard at the headquarters' greeted Erabast.

"Marquet." Erabast nodded and asked Tenoar to wait in the main room briefly while he checked in and took care of a couple things before leaving for the night. Tenoar sat patiently in the lobby for all of three minutes before he was up and peering into adjacent rooms and examining the decorative armors and weapons adorning the walls. The guard at the door glanced back occasionally, keeping an eye on the sylvari more out of amusement than suspicion. Tenoar would have made a fine spy, he looked so unthreatening and child like, at least by human standards. The height had a lot to do with it. Unfortunately for any spy networks looking for recruits Tenoar was exactly as he appeared; an extremely inquisitive, and young, self titled "explorer". Erabast returned to the main room and cleared his throat. Tenoar wheeled around, he didn't have quite enough sense of human culture to be embarrassed by his obvious exploration of the room, and began asking Erabast about the triad of swords above the entry way.

Erabast chuckled and went through the story of "old Commander Duggery Eagle Eye" who seemed to be everywhere and know everything in Divnity's Reach in his day; the man never tired and was able to be anywhere there was trouble in the city at a moment's notice. Turned out he was actually three; identical brothers that is. The Queen at the time, this was many years before Jenna, had been pressured by the nobles into issuing charging for "impersonating an officer", but each of them claimed that he HAD passed his training and, as they were identical, his, or rather their, old trainer couldn't identify who he'd given the papers to, or who had even been at the training camp for that matter. Finally the Seraph troops had raised enough signatures on a petition to get the matter dropped and all three brothers had stayed in the Seraph; keeping the city peaceful for another eight years before they all tried some acrobatic stunt for the Seraph charity festival that had ended in….well Erabast felt it best to leave out any details regarding fiery deaths. He just said it was a tragic, though hilarious accident and the trio of Commanders was fondly regarded to this day. Tenoar had been completely enraptured by the story, he adored history (you should see him the first time he finds a library). They were now back to Erabast's home in the southwest quadrant of the lower city. Erabast opened the door and usured the teal skinned sylvari in. Tenoar was just starting to look around the room as Erabast shut the door behind them when he jumped at a loud "ROOF!". A large, drooly, shambling creature came bounding towards him; it was tall enough to have it's head on a level with Tenoar's chest. Tenoar stood stock still except to glance up at Erabast over his shoulder as the creature loudly sniffed the sapling. "Sorry, I should've warned you. This is Mephisto, my dog." Tenoar had heard of dogs before, he'd seen some on the farms but never one this big. "Can I pet him?" Tenoar asked as Mephisto drooled into the backpack the sylvari had been holding just above the ground as they'd come in. "Sure, he's very friendly. As you might have noticed." Erabast laughed teasingly. Tenoar smiled and started rubbing the animal behind the ears just like he would with a fern hound. Mephisto approved most highly and rewarded the sylvari with an enthusiastic and all encompassing face lick with plenty of drool. Tenoar seemed quite unsure how to respond to this display and Erabast quickly found a towel, wet down with soap and water, for him.

"Well now, who's this?" Tenoar looked up and saw an old, or maybe not, but frail man leaning in the doorframe that led into the next room.

"Dad, this is Tenoar. He's visiting the city and I invited him to stay with us tonight. Tenoar, this is my father, Tullius."

Tenoar smiled up at the man, who would have been about as tall as Erabast had he not been hunching over. "A pleasure to meet you." Tenoar greeted.

"Ahh, a sylvari. A pleasure to meet you as well young man. When did you arrive in our fine city?" Erabast smiled to himself as he moved to remove his boots by the door. Tullius loved to talk to travelers or new people, but it was hard for him to find a partner these days with his health. The neighbors who came to help out and visit were not frequent or varied enough to keep Tullius entertained, and reading had become more difficult for him lately as well. Tenoar was already off and running explaining how he'd heard about the inn he'd approached Erabast about from a woman who's orchard was infested with spiders. Tenoar had helped get rid of them, and she'd given him a whole pie as a thank you! Erabast had underestimated just how much talking Tullius and Tenoar could really do. He had work tomorrow, and finally excused himself. He tried to offer his bed to Tenoar but the sylvari insisted he'd be perfectly comfortable on the couch and did not want to inconvenience them in any way. Erabast instructed Tenoar to order Mephisto off the couch if the dog got too friendly and headed for bed. He heard Tullius and Tenoar's voices softly up until he went to sleep.