Rumours were dangerous, rippling hope from outpost to outpost in a world which needed to grasp it. Â When word of the progress in Insomnia had reached Lestallum, Crowe was loath to believe it. Â Surely it was nothing more than a rumour, something designed to give the people something to hold on to. Â The darkness gone, a new dawn, and now the Crown City being rebuilt so speedily? Â Call it cynicism ââ she just couldn't bring herself to believe it. Â Wanted to. Â Wanted to believe that her former home was getting back on its feet but after so long, would there (could there) be anything there for her? Â
How wrong sheâd been. Â Needing to see it with her own eyes to believe it, despite prior disbelief, sheâd made the journey back to Insomnia. Â What she found wasnât the finished product, in fact far from it but these things would take time. Â Theyâd made a start, a good start. Â
Without a plan, the brunette wandered through the streets of the city, trying to avoid the throngs of people working on their projects.  Call it old habit; Insomnian locals, previously, had never been known for treating their refugees kindly.  After all this time, she was still a refugee ⌠and so she stayed away, opting instead to marvel in silence.  Her route, seemingly aimless, carried her through the checkpoints and toward the Citadel ââ the one place she needed to lay eyes on.
Like the rest of the city, it was a work in progress but there it was. Â The Citadel. Â âDamn,â she sighed, stepping forward toward one of the groups standing nearby - it was more difficult to avoid them in such an open space, âThey actually did it.â Â Finally she smiled, previous cynicism proven wrong. Â âHow long will it take?â She turned to the nearest cluster of people, ââTil itâs back up and running?â Â All she wanted was an estimate, might be worth sticking around to see how everything panned out. Â âThatâs something Iâd like to see..â