Geno watched the man poling the raft for a moment, before shrugging and heading toward the city, summoning his Sivridut to use as a walking stick, and pulling out his cloak, changing the color to a light dusty brown, to blend in, ward off the heat, to prevent sand from hurting him, and to conceal that he wasn't entirely normal. Other than his obvious dragon features. He grinned to himself, and kept walking, listening to what he could, to get a feel for the language so he could speak with only a hint of an accent, and to ensure he wasn't walking into a war. Not that it would bother him, but it would make hiding his power difficult.