Kinnard gazed round as he strode confidently down the street, his kilt swaying with each step. He found himself amazed by the sights, his castle seeming to have been completely flattened since he had slipped it the dreamless sleep. The sounds hitting his ears left him dizzy, but they were so curious as well as to drive him onward in search of their sources.<br/><br/>He blinked at the massive wagons being pulled by ivisble horses, their huge frames roaring like caged animals as they passed. He grew curious as he watched them, before he decided to question one of the cart drivers, stepping into the smooth black river that the carts traversed upon, holding up a hand for the cart to halt.