With that much less of her attention focused on maintaining her many invocations, Sbatarra would be able to notice all the more of her surroundings, catch that many more vibes, and take in that much more information. She waked for a few miles in the twin moons' entwining light, and soon found herself passing between grain fields that lined both sides of the well-traveled dirt road. Even at night, the wheat on one side and barley on the other still looked like gold, shining in the moonlight. Standing at different points in the fields were a few scarecrows, nearly all of them looking like shadows just as black as Sbatarra herself. All of them were armed, some with scythes, others with sickles, others further with pitchforks. One of them even had a splitting maul that looked like it would make an even bigger mess of someone's skull than a greataxe. Even if they did not move in the slightest, they were still hanging over her, unsettlingly, menacingly.<br/><br/>As Sbatarra continued, they apparently decided that their guise was no longer necessary, and many of them twisted to keep their eyes on her. Within a mile of the city, a few of them walked with her, the only noises they made being the rustling of the grass as they stepped through it. Most of them were very tall as well, some breaking seven feet in height. Upon reaching the end of the fields, the last two to follow her had their tools over their shoulders, one of them tipping his hat. The scarecrows had not shown true hostility, but it was apparent that they did not find the dark elf especially trustworthy, especially with her shady choice in clothing. They seemed more than willing to do her harm if they found out that she had wronged an innocent, for even if not all of them were especially moral, they were at least going to do their damnedest to protect their people.<br/><br/>They watched her enter the city limits before turning back and walking to their posts, leaving Sbatarra to make her first steps on the cobbling of Burland City. There were no walls to protect the place from intruders, but there seemed to be little need for then anyway, since there were many watchmen posted about, keeping between the street lamps that granted the pale illumination that bathed the city. A few other people shuffled about, most of them looking to be sketchy, flaky, and shady, all three of them traits that signified the sort of person one would likely try to avoid and would also expect at such a time of night. A few of them scuttled by, and one of the watchmen gave Sbatarra a wary glance, but otherwise she went without being molested. Even if she looked suspicious, she did not act as such, and so she was left alone.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>