anarchist_queen | Bordertown, Tuesday Evening

In the history of Bordertown, there had been only three occasions where someone had seen an Elf old enough to, well, look old. The first had been back in the very early days after the return. Then, almost a decade later Wolfboy had seen one. Both of these sightings, as it were, had been out in the Never Never however.

"The Old Lady" as she had come to be known was in town for several days before her hair slipped and someone spotted her left ear.

"What's the matter?" she sniffed, noting the astonishment on the young Human's face. "Never seen a geriatric Elf before?"

So much for her anonymity. Though it had somewhat slipped her mind that she was in a past version of Bordertown. The fact that when she'd visited the Bordertown Library, as Elsewhere was now known, neither Sparks nor Wolfboy had been on duty, didn't help.

Her only concern in not telling everyone who she was, was her desire not to alert this "Vampire" that someone was on their tail. Not that Leda really had any plan beyond, figure out where the thing was. Surely there were "heroes" about right? Maybe that nice Dragon, Stick was still in residence.