"<em>Never a dull moment in these cities.</em>", Numarra ponders, standing beside her still carriage. The road was jammed, as if paved with heads and shoulders when viewed from above. The soft roar of people talking did nothing to help.<br/><strong>"Good day! Yes, we just arrived. I just want to get away from these docks. I've had my fill of the waves and salty air."</strong>, the catfolk replied, somewhat relieved she had found something to occupy her time. She leaned back against the cab, her hands behind her back, clutching her parasol. The tall gnoll beside her huffed a sigh, but stood erect. A translucent, crystalline creature scurries to the top of her shoulder to purvey the scene. It's rose-tinted, round body is smooth, with four tiny legs protruding from each corner.<br/>Numarra took note of her bodyguards expression and continued.<strong>"I am Numarra and my companion is Raka. I'm here on business. May I ask what your plans are?" </strong><br/>"<em>Come on! We need to move! Move, move, move!</em>", the rosey psicrystal whined telepathically to Numarra.