Evan
The wagon rolled through the cobblestone path, crowds breaking to let the vessel through. Multitude of common men and women simply going on about their life, merchants shouting out their prices, and men of the law doing their work. Occasionally, you would see a band of adventurers making way towards the local guild. 

This was the young girl's second visit to New Salvain, the capital of the Macen and of the empire in Pachiusa. The city which holds a large number of adventurers, looking to make a name for themselves all the while raking in gold for their efforts. A multiracial haven. 

She glanced up at the paladin still sitting on the stagecoach's seat, her hand caressing Puritan's mane, avoiding collision with the many locals. The structure of the city really did impressed her, having been born to a village far from the Sepdu. Yet the packed atmosphere gave her no comfort. 

"What's next?"

She questioned, her yellow eyes still set into the path ahead. They would have to get a free space for the wagon, along with making sure the two horses can't run off or stolen. Though with their discussion way back, she assumed it'd be her to watch over the vessel.
Vincent
"We need accommodation." 

He was back to his original state of being, when he originally woke up the cleric, straight to the point and concise. The man made sure to pay attention to each individual who neared the wagon, he had the luck of being hidden behind his helmet as to not be caught for staring inappropriately at someone for too long, however he still had his helmet move from side to side often, so it wasn't that hard to see or workout what he was really doing.

"Horses, Wagon and finally ourselves."

We added to the previous statement to make it a tiny bit clearer, he had a habit of not making things clear enough or maybe he just thought that way and it was already clear and that people would've known what he was thinking with just simple answers and statements, that was something he pondered now and again, but this was not the time for such thought. The man hopped off the wagon, walking up to Baptiste and gripping onto his reigns near the front of the animal and started manually pulling the horse to the location they required them to be next.
Evan
Micaiah simply nodded in response. Having no knowledge of the city's lay-out (her first visit was *Very* Short), she believed that the old pessimist had been to the capital long enough to know some of its key-places. Like the Inn and the stables. She patted Puritan before departing herself from their side, now gripping the arm handles of the wagon to haul herself up. 

Uttering an excuse me to the paladin, the young cleric climbed into the back of the wagon, gathering her personal effects. A satchel, which held her water-skin and other notable items, along with a 45-inch holding staff once nestled at the corner of the wagon. Having gathered her necessities, she joined Adrian up-front, awaiting for their arrival to whatever. The chatter of the crowds surrounded the two, along with sweet melodies from a lyre on the street. A breath-taking city.

"I assume you know where the stables are?"