Locked Non-humans

"Belonged to the Daughters of Respite," a strong female voice called from the building. "I haven't worked for them in decades." The woman that exited the factory was tall and broad shouldered. She had thick hair that looked black except where the sun reflected brown highlights. She had a small nose and a slightly pointed chin with a few freckles on her cheeks. Dad had always described her as the plainest looking woman he'd ever known, though she looked more handsome than anything else.

"Thank you for letting us use your place, Aunt Miranda," Shlee said as she hugged the older woman.

Eldon couldn't put an age to Miranda's face, though he knew she had to be in her forties or fifties based on what he knew of her. Eldon wished he had a weapon on him right then. Despite her words, he didn't trust her.