A hand was offered to Théadan, the first Khluri hand that was not Navia's to be extended in friendship to him. It felt significant, and something Théadan could only hope would happen often as he made his home with Navia in Khlurios. He gladly took Risho's hand and gave it a shake. Then the Captain was speaking to Navia again in Khluri, Théadan could only assume it was a farewell of some sort as Navia nodded in reply and gave Risho's arm a small squeeze. Thanks was exchanged, and Risho motioned with his arm out towards Balaja and Khlurios, he spoke at first in Khluri, but swiftly translated back into the common for him wishing them safe travels. Théadan could only offer a smile as he felt the familiar squeeze of Navia's hand on his leading him towards the road and away from the docks.<br/><br/>Navia waved back to the sailors who had brought them there, Théadan could hear their calls to them, all in Khluri, but he could sense it was for them both, he smiled and gave them a wave goodbye too. Navia expressed how surreal it was, and he wholeheartedly agreed. This moment had been a long time coming, it was the path they had planned for the moment they had decided to stay together, to risk the open road and escaping Mes'Mo'Tan. Against all odds they had succeeded. Navia's excitement was deserved for such a moment as this. With everything so new to him, he had not yet really had a chance to look around, to acclimatise to the new environment, he had seen the citizens of the city, but had not really looked at the city itself. It was certainly a thing of beauty, there was much colour as he had come to expect from Khlurios, with many flags and banners, also lively music from down more than one street. Even the buildings were noticeable, white as the buildings were, they looked bright and full of life with the sun beating down from high above.<br/><br/>Théadan remained in silence as they walked, just taking everything in, from the way people dressed and walked, how they spoke to each other, what food he could smell on the wind, and how the streets moved with the buildings. There was much to see and take in, when they reached a square there was a clear market area set up with booths and carts. Navia stirred him from the curiosity with which he looked at everything, asking what they should look for first. "Hmm..." He took a moment to consider, but let out a brief snort in the manner Navia swung their arms more exuberantly, giving them a little extra swing himself. "Well I'm thinking since it was the Khluri possessions of yours that were first taken from you, so it should be those we replace first." He suggested, scanning his eyes across the stalls to see if anything leaped out at him, but gave a small shrug. "Everything else can wait, right now we'll be walking around Balaja for a while, so lets go get you new shoes."<br/><br/>He gave her hand a small tug to bring them towards the market, eyes scanning for anyone selling the Khluri shoes he could vaguely recall Navia wearing when they had first met. What had called them? Something with a K...Khussus? No that wasn't right. "After that we can see about the supplies we need," He suggested his thoughts stuck on what the name of Navia's shoes had been, though a grin flicked across his face as he added. "And a map in case you mistakenly start walking us back north." He couldn't resist teasing her a little bit for it, Théadan was fairly certain they would likely get lost at some point on the journey, and had every intention of being prepared for when that moment arrived. The other priority remained Wyndagar, who was still following them as they walked into the market area. "Then we should find a stable and see about a horse, and give Wyndagar a chance to stretch his legs."