Avis waved a hand dismissively to Blake's thanks. "Don't mention it. And sure, it'd be fun to check out the sights. You ever been to this city before?" She stopped in front of the armory Zizar had gestured to. She smiled to herself, remembering her brief stop in Magnus' shop and the path that had led her down. Hopefully nothing quite so adventurous happened here. She ducked in the store and began skimming the wares, while keeping an eye on Zizar.<br/><br/>While Magnus' father had told Larteis that the stables would handle Bellant, they didn't exactly see drakes every day.<br/><br/>Two hapless stable hands stared at Larteis and Bellant. The stablemaster had taken one look at Bellant and suddenly remembered urgent business elsewhere, leaving the two of them to handle it. Larteis didn't like to be rude, but they didn't exactly seem prepared to handle the situation.<br/><br/>"Does he bite?" One of them asked Larteis uncertainly.<br/><br/>"Not unless you're particularly stupid," Bellant snapped. They both jumped, surprised that he could speak. He rolled his eyes. "Look, I want this thing off, all right? And quickly. Just hurry it up and we won't have any trouble."<br/><br/>They both immediately set to work, fumbling around the scales. While it didn't go off completely without a hitch- they had some difficulty with the wings- they managed to get it off with relative speed. Larteis fumbled with his bag for a moment, produced two impressively large ducats and pressed it into their hands with a hurried apology. The two then made a hasty exit while the stable hands ogled at the sizable tip.<br/><br/>"Finally," Bellant said, stretching his wings. "Glad to get that off."<br/><br/>Larteis tried not to imagine what would happen when they tried to get it back on and instead said, "where to now?"