He frowned as the recon drone provided a view of the portal, able to feel the taint even from this distance, and directed the transport to land a distance from the city. He considered the problem, before tapping one of the infiltrators, and nodding toward the city, wanting intel before he just wandered blindly into an incident. He gave one of the constructs a flat glare as it mentioned someone ripping off his Dragon's Roost idea, as the transport cloaked, and then landed a minute or so later, the two infiltrator constructs leaping out the back ramp, which quickly sealed after it. A half hour later, he ordered the constructs to hold in the transport, so they could come to the rescue if he needed it. He doubted it, as nothing the constructs had picked up already indicated a need for it, but they weren't in the city as themselves, but as wandering humanoids looking for a good inn and a quest if they could find it. He minimized the armor to a chest plate with bicep and thigh guards, and began jogging toward the city a half mile distant, taking his time. Rushing wouldn't save time in the long run, just make him waste time and energy flailing blindly.<br/><br/>Once in the city, he took his time making his way to the plaza, not advertising his divinity, but not concealing his status as a tainted either. He wanted to see if the normal people could sense when a taint was nearby, as well as listening for information. He froze at the name Archdragon, and then moved to the side of the street as someone ran into him, cursing him loudly as they stormed around him. He leaned against a building, listening to the story, and laughed at how little the woman had gotten right. It was idealized, good for the kids, but not for keeping alive what actually happened. Still, that did make him feel better, and he resumed his walk toward the portal, glad he wasn't completely forgotten, and hadn't be villianized yet.