He notices the web of wards singing for a moment, before falling silent; clearly, whoever wanted to know he was here knows now.<br/><br/>He entered the city a few streets away from the main market, and he can hear the sound of numerous traders engaging in barter in Infernal, the precise language perfect for negotiating deals, an art that takes at least twice as long as the actual shopping. Prices are, of course, much higher than one might suspect, primarily because buyers are expected to barter and argue for quite a while.<br/><br/>However, his sense of the Throne Archon he seeks leads in the opposite direction, towards a fairly large manor building, specifically, towards the over-sized garden, in the back. However, before he can reach the manor, an Erinyes swoops down, and lands before him, bowing deeply. "Your presence is requested in the Iron Tower, m'lord."