[[It's hardly even a lie, Kolbe!  That's just fine.]]<br/><br/>[[And ESG -- through -chainmail-?!  That's some pair of nipples!  :D]]<br/><br/>The three Sons look at each other, obviously deeply uncomfortable with the trio that have presented themselves at the gate, and finally the guard at the lectern waves them through with a coughed acquiescence.<br/><br/>Sigil is like nothing any of the three of you have experienced.  The vertigo sets in immediately, and only Red, who has spent a lifetime aboard ship, is able to keep her feet without reaching out for a wall for support.  Travelers behind you, already irritated by the gate security, grumble and push past you, not even sparing the city a second glance as it curves up and over top of them, as though Sigil were built on the inside of a hollowed wheel.  Far above you, nearly obscured by the grey fog that wraps the rooftops, you can see the citizens of Sigil going about their daily business even as they are doing the same around you.<br/><br/>Before you and around you stretches a huge open air marketplace, bigger than any you have seen previously.  Humanoids and creatures of every description hawk their wares, haggle loudly over prices, and make their purchases.  Commerce, it seems, is a universal constant.