Their path was taking them down a quieter street than the main ones everyone else seemed to be travelling down, they passed along the city wall and homes with potted plants and flower. All the homes were white and bright, and anything else seemed to fill the city with a vibrant colour. It was easy for Théadan to become distracted because there was so much for him to take in. He continued to listen to Navia as she explained the history of Mandira, how it tied in with their gods and their decision to rule over the Khluri. It was interesting to listen to Navia speak so fondly of the history of Khlurios, its beliefs. They were so different from Mes'Mo'Tanians, and something their child would no doubt grow up learning, which made it all the more important that he learned as much about the Khluri culture and history as he could, their child would be a part of it.<br/><br/>Navia was drawing his attention to the wall, they had reached a point where they could see it extending out into the sea, designed to keep invading forces from simply walking out in to the shallows at low tide and circumventing the wall altogether, and trying to push in with a naval force and force a landing would likely be met with an even greater resistance. Théadan quickly realised he was probably looking at the walls a bit too much from the point of view of his military training, and chose to push the thoughts aside wanting to continue enjoy just seeing this city Navia grew up in, and what stories may yet be untold of hers that could quickly be recalled from walking down a certain street, or entering a building.<br/><br/>The outskirts of the market were ahead of them, with the port right next to it, the masts of many ships lining it. The port was far larger than any in Mes'Mo'Tan, Mandira unlike Nygaard was situated on the coast, and so much have created a lot of its trade with cities across the seas and oceans. There was cacophony of sounds, people and animals alike all busy making their noises head, Navia's stood out above the others as she drew his attention to the largest building they had seen yet, and what was unmistakeably the palace of Mandira even though they could not see whole of it yet, it was still enough to get an impression of its size, its height and the care that had gone into building something eye catching for the citizens of Mandira to look up to in awe. Navia labelled it their home, not just hers, it was likely going to take a little while for that to sink fully in for Théadan.<br/><br/>Navia asked for his thoughts, but he made her wait a little while as he looked up at it, trying to take in the details, the many rooms that he could see, the balconies up above, the wall the kept it protected from the sea, and the trees that poked out above it that suggested a garden built within. "It's impressive, and pretty." Théadan said, though he had expected nothing less from the palace of Khlurios king. The Khluri loved to make things look beautiful, and there would be no place they would try harder than at the home of their King. Sitting their on the edge of the land with only the wall to keep the waves at bay, Théadan had to imagine what it would be like when the sea was as angry as the day they had spent on the Uttarana when the storm had been raging outside. "Bet you really hear and feel it when a storm comes in and cause the waves to crash against the wall."<br/><br/>Théadan guided Wyn so they could try to get a bit better view of the palace, see more of it and try to spot as much of the sea facing side as they could from where they stood. He looked Navia's way before gesturing up at some of the higher rooms. "Can we see your room and balcony from here?" He asked, flashing her a grin. "Can you point out what parts are which so I know where I'm going during those long lonely days where you're busy with your friends, and I have to go and make some fun for myself." She was going to give him a tour of the palace after they met Navia's family and reunited her with them anyway, but still he was eager to discover more of the palace.