The town still in the middle of nightfall, with various sights and smells that accompany such times and places. It is a hour or so until morning, while you head off towards the western gate. The more civilized lands are to the west, nice peaceful land with nothing there besides the occasional civil wars, villages set on fire from bandits, and the occasional crazy wizard.<br/><br/>Once you reach the staging area you can already see the various wagons waiting for the gate to open to the west main road. Various merchants and guards and other folk milling around yawning, already bored stiff about the idea of traveling through perfectly safe and sane lands.<br/><br/>Aria isn't saying much of anything while in sword form, but you do get the general overall feeling of being bored stupid as well.