"Hrmph. If you say so, I guess..." Seraile gives her friend a wry grin and reaches up to tease the monk's tufted hair, in spite of a disgruntled mewl from her familiar. "But if it<em>is</em>all nasty-dirty-gross, you're going to be carrying me a lot. At least I know where you've been..."<br/><br/>She giggles and turns her attention back out of the carriage, as the city walls loom close. It really does seem less like a town, and more like a fort... hells, they even have a drawbridge lowering to let them in. Of course, if the walls of her home were less than a meter away from the end of the world, she'd probably want a drawbridge too...<br/><br/>Finally, the carriage crosses the threshold, and a few moments later it clatters to a stop in the middle of the dismal grey town.<br/><br/>If it's any consolation, they were both right... Aqila in the fact that it is a fully-developed town, with taverns and everything; and Seraile in the fact that it definitely leans towards the "dingy" end of the spectrum. All of the buildings show signs of water damage, and the streets that have not yet been cobbled are pocked and muddy. It stands to reason- grey clouds mean rain, and this part of the world is constantly cloaked in grey clouds.<br/><br/>"Looks like we'll be getting a ride, Cha'ra..." Seraile says with a half-grin as her heeled boots click against the rough cobblestones where they'd parked. She has to walk carefully to keep from slipping in the water... and now that they're out of the sanctuary she'd created with her spells inside the carriage, she can feel the dampness in the air clinging to her skin, beading up in the valley of her breasts and on her belly. "I certainly hope the captain's station is on the paved road... I would be very unhappy if my boots got stuck in that mud."<br/><br/>She takes a couple of steps away from the carriage, trying to get a better look around.<br/><br/>"You see it around here anywhere?"