As Kizzie moved to the left, the girly boy would notice that as she went, each structure was just that little bit higher than the last; just that little bit grander. Here, among the area of the Nobility and the rich, she was very much out of place. At the end of the street, she had two options that previously had been hidden from her. To the left and up or to the right and up. Both streets rose gently as they went and curved as they did so, creating the imagine of streets swirling inwards towards the center of the city.<br/><br/>Even as she decided, others walked past her, making their way either left or right. Most weren't even worth mentioning, but a few stood out. A woman wearing the Robes of the Magi turned to the left, walking alone up the street, her long, golden hair glinting in the sunlight. It was strange that she had no one accompanying her, as the vast majority of Magi did, like another woman heading to the right, wearing the same robes as the one that had headed left. They looked very similar, except for a few things. For one, her hair was a deep red and kept short, only falling to her neck. She also had quite a large entourage with her. Sycophants seeking favour, servants carrying the things she'd purchased from the multiple markets and stores, and of course guards, not that a Mage would ever need them. There was also a rather short woman, even shorter than Kizzaylen, accompanied by an equally short man. Nothing was overly interesting about them except for their height, but that was enough to draw the attention of the curious.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>