"There's no chance any of us might trip those, accidentally, is there?" the salamander asks, hesitantly, enjoying the fire in the wine, and looking like she's a little chilly. "I think you underestimate yourself. Odds might be good you'll see an invitation from him by week's end. He usually holds lavish feasts once a month, although I don't know when the last was." "So, are we just going to stay here, until then? Or can we wander the city a bit? I've heard stories of this city, and always wanted to see it." "It's nothing special. All cities are little more than swarming beehives, when you look at them."