He had paused at several stalls, examining the wares, and moving on, making his way in her direction, but taking his time, as if he was in no hurry, which he wasn't. The throne archon wasn't going to crack any time soon, not within a month at least. He looked up from one stall with several rather interesting smithing tools, thinking about his Salamander Saarisi, when the Erinyes landed. He stared at her for a moment, before shrugging and nodding. "Very well, I will be along shortly."<br/><br/>He began making his way to the Iron Tower, though after getting distracted twice he realized that staying on the streets was likely to distract him further. He sighed, and then fly up above the streets, before heading toward the Iron Tower, putting the Avatars on standby for rescue. Not that he expected to need them, this was likely a courtesy and an inquiry about his purpose, though he did have a couple surprises in his bag of holding just in case.