This was the last thing Eleanore had expected to be doing when she reached Greenville, to say the least, but she was hardly complaining. The inn was nice, and, more importantly, she had her sister back. All she had to do now was help Abby get her family back, and things would be right again.
The plan was set- or as set as it was going to be- as Eleanore dressed in a plainer dress for the evening, her own dagger (a gift from her father some years ago, for protection, he'd said) tucked into her boot.
She nodded to Abby, taking a glance around the main room before looking back to her sister. "I'm ready," Eleanore replied, hoping she sounded confident- if only for Abby's sake.