The carriages moving forward again was met with relief by all the passengers. Avis quickly climbed back into the carriage as it began to move forward. She snorted at Magnus and his father’s exchange, but paused to consider the idea of riding the train. She had never actually ridden the train, although the idea had always held some appeal. It would be nice to try it out at some point.<br/><br/>Miraculously, the ride to Falone’s capital was mostly uneventful after that. They rode through the night and arrived early morning. Avis sat up and yawned hard enough to make her jaw crack. She blinked up at the city. She’d been to the capital before, but only when she was small. It had seemed massive at the time, and the effect had not lessened with age. “We’re here,” she crowed jubilantly. The carriages rolled to a stop at the entrance and she vaulted over the side of the carriage, landing on the ground with a thump.<br/><br/>“I’ve never seen such a huge Teryn city,” Larteis said, admiring the buildings appearing in the capital’s skyline. “The architecture is so interesting here.”<br/><br/>“So, you’re from Eridis, then?” Avis asked, reaching out a hand to help him down. “I always figured Alftar buildings must be something pretty special.”<br/><br/>Larteis hesitated, abruptly aware he had once again accidentally revealed something about himself. Of course, just from his accent it was obvious he wasn’t a native. Bellant rolled his eyes in irritation. Quickly, Larteis took Avis’ hand. “Well,” he said as he stepped down. “It’s just not what I’m used to. I suppose they are special.” To change the subject, he added, “what do we do now?”<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Vasma had already decided to ignore everyone here. They were immediately exasperating, and apparently lacked manners from their drunken rowdiness and the open staring. Not that one went to a tavern for the polite folk there. She leaned on the counter and sighed, drumming her temple idly. And the service was deplorable, judging by the receptionist’s slowness.<br/><br/>The woman finally returned. “I found two room on the ground floor,” she said. “Pardon the wait.” She ducked beneath the counter and fetched two keys. “Sign in, please,” she said, pointing at the registration book. “Just an x or initials will do.” Vasma hid her irritation at the implication that she could not write and swiftly wrote her name, then took her key. “That will be twenty ducats,” the receptionist said. Vasma snorted- the price for rooms seemed to be getting higher and higher nowadays, though she expected that they generally inflated the price due to the difficulty of Tarkus. She was certain she could haggle it down to half that price, but she instead dropped the coins on the counter and followed the woman to their rooms.<br/><br/>They were unremarkable, but the door was solid and the bed not unreasonably hard. She gave it a once over and nodded. “It’ll do,” she said.