With Magnus, Anora, and Ardur safely through the city gates, Avis turned her attention to getting the rest through in a more calm fashion. The gates had been opened for the three, and the guards agreed to keep the gates opened while they came through. She turned and waved a hand at the others in the caravan. “Start bringing them through, guys!” She shouted above the hubbub of the street. Turning back, she grinned at Falone. The city was sure to be an interesting stop.<br/><br/>At the sight of the teeming city streets, Bellant groaned. “The sooner I can get this off of me, the better.” He shrugged his shoulders, the harness clanking around him. He supposed it was his own fault for agreeing to this, but he still reserved the right to be peeved about it.<br/><br/>“Do you think Anora will be all right?” Larteis asked Bellant. He walking besides the dragon as they moved into the city, arms crossed behind his back anxiously.<br/><br/>Bellant paused. “Probably. That girl looks like she’s been through things tougher than that. She’ll pull through.” Truthfully, Bellant wasn’t really sure if Anora would recover. He certainly hoped she would, and she did seem tough, but he didn’t know how much that counted for. “Let’s just focus on getting through this,” he said firmly.<br/><br/>When the new man approached, Avis frowned, immediately on guard. They had met entirely too many people claiming to be helpful who had then proceeded to not be that. “Well, that’s where we’re headed,” she said suspiciously. “Avis Vidar. Who are you?”<br/><br/>—<br/><br/>Out of the corner of her eye, Vasma noticed movement. She kept walking, but her gaze flickered over to the source of the motion. Although she wasn’t wholly confident that she had seen it, she said, “you can come out. We don’t bite, provided you don’t.” She quietly readied a spell, in case whoever was hiding chose to get hostile.