Marren pulled the wide collar of his 'borrowed' soldiers coat tighter to his face. Even dressed as he was in a dead Kantillian soldier's garb he did not feel an ounce bit secure. This was the heart of enemy territory and death walked down the very streets, quite literally. Kantillian soldiers were everywhere in the city, their marching beat a constant presence, a reminder of the danger he was in.
To say that he was scared was an understatement. He was terrified. He could barley stop his hands form shaking inside his coat pockets. He attributed it to the shitty weather, the rain that poured since his remarkable arrival in the hell city. It took weeks of flying through the wild lands of No Man's Land, camping rough under rocks, trees and whatever cover they could get ahold of as well as avoiding Kantilian patrols. Thankfully it seemed that their riders were mostly committed to the front and the only human threats were small outposts manned by those that could be expended. Such as the young scout that used to wear Marren's coat. The expedition team had thankfully managed to infiltrate the city outskirts and had established a headquarters of sorts in an abandoned shack. Now, they were surveying the land.
He passed by a street sign. Red Crown road. From the map he saw it meant that he was in one of the numerous slums. However, despite having a rudimentary knowledge of the lay of the land, he was still lost. He simply did not know where Kantle held their Iron Chariots, the reason for this stupid and dangerous expedition. He needed to get into the city proper, into their military installations; though speaking about Kantle the whole place was a military installation.
He followed the rather quiet road mostly because there didnt seem to be so many soldiers out and about, wether due to the rain or the area he didnt know but he was thankful. His disguise only worked if he didnt have to speak. He didnt know Kantilian.
He came to a stop. Ahead of him, standing in the middle of the road with the rain pouring over her was a lone, rather lanky looking woman garbed in ragged looking clothing. She looked like an inhabitant of the place, certainly looked poor enough, though he did notice the shimmer of jewellery that adorned various parts of her body. He paused for a moment, then audibly cleared his throat and tried to look as much as an annoyed Kantilian soldier as he could with the intent of getting her to move.