Lexine didn't bother looking around, it wouldn't have done her much good anyway. The only thing worse than being an obvious tourist was an obvious tourist struggling to discern between two discordant eyes. The city had enough activity coursing through it to warrant a differentiated market and residential section, at the very least. There was much of Vulture's Roost that their little tour couldn't take them through, and she wouldn't have enough time to familiarize herself with the city before they left. That was fine, she didn't expect any major incidents before they, whoever that group happened to finally be, departed for the far north. She kept the pace, despite the continued protest of her legs. To make it that far, she had been walking for a period of time she was no longer confident in putting a definite length to. Inside the walls, shielded from the winds and somewhat removed from the cold, she could feel her forced show of endurance beginning to break down. It was far from what she usually called home, but it was pleasant nonetheless to stand amid the normal people. The drone of marketplace conversations and the aroma of distantly cooking food both work to pull her attentions away from what currently mattered. Before the liveliness of Vulture's Roost could pull her away from the group, however, the group stopped.

She looked to the guard as he began to speak, taking note of the directions he gave in the event that they were being left to approach the castle on their own. That wasn't the case, she soon discovered, as they were once again moving. She had no intention of losing her head here, of all places. Her train of thought was interrupted by a nauseating sense of repetition. It was, indeed, a sentiment she had held shortly before almost losing her life. Lexine's face involuntarily scrunched into a frown as she turned her mind away from the topic. The rest of the group apparently had no qualms with visiting Lord Cross either, as they were resolutely holding to silence. They'd have plenty of time to drum up conversation with each other after he had given his speech, anyway. As they went along, she wondered what was important enough about their predicament to warrant Alec Cross himself, rather than a member of his staff or whatever the people of this frigid land called their governmental organs.