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Auonar was truly a breed apart from any city that Entyrea had seen in her life. She'd been around occasionally after she'd resolved to study wizardry, it was true. But most of it had been near where she'd been born and raised. There was plenty of questionable adventures to have in the southron kingdoms, and there was certainly no shortage of rare books to find throughout. So the great dwarven gate held her gaze as they passed through, the vague interest she'd felt outside the city turning to a deep fascination.

When the carriage finally stopped in the stables, she shivered at the cold air once more before wrappping her cloak around herself. "[color=C82222]If you want me to do the talking, Chip, then that's perfectly fine by me.[/color]" The more people she could talk to, the more she could familiarize herself with this new and exciting domain she'd found herself in.

"[color=C82222]Well,[/color]" she responded to...oh, what was her name? Lodah? Ludus? She couldn't quite remember, the books she'd been reading on the journey had distracted her enough that only a catchy name like Chip could stick. She grimaced; she'd need to make more of an effort to remember. Then she stretched, cracking her neck to the side as she stood. "[color=C82222]If you're talking about normal people on the street, they might not. It really depends on the caravan, doesn't it?[/color]"

She climbed carefully down from the carriage so as not to catch her dress or cloak, inhaling a deep breath of the cold, sharp air. 

"[color=C82222]Fortunately for us, we don't need to rely on the memories of normal people in the streets. If Auonar is anything like the cities down south--and I don't see a reason for it to be different in this particular manner--there's a person, or an office, or a group, that manages all the commercial goods that leave the city.[/color]" She stroked her chin with her hand and looked briefly up at the roof as she pulled her staff and heavy, book-laden backpack from the carriage. "[color=C82222]There's always the chance, of course, that Ordrin kept it secret from whoever manages that here, in which case we [i]will[/i] need to rely on street memory. Still, we'll cross that bridge if we must, yes?[/color]"

She turned to their driver, cocking her head. "[color=C82222]Gudrik, do you know if there's any office like that in Auonar? You seem well-travelled, and I'm afraid I'm a bit lost here.[/color]" She laughed lightly.