With naery a sound for warning, Eliul enters from the westerly wing of the massive building. His clothes, while still worn and old, look clean and pressed, and he wears his long hair down and unbraided. A small smile seems etched onto his usually steely visage as he shuffles slowly about, hands clasped behind him and taking in the surroundings. Orell Mikin smiles towards Eliul as he sees him, "Ahh, Master Eliul, isn't it? I hope your stay has been pleasant."