City Flames|Haven, Ilyamen

[Kender Bard]

Fern looks both excited and quite nervous as she and Sierra approach Ilyamen. "I've never been to a city," she confides to him in a hasty whisper.

[aivea]

"Well, it's bigger than I thought..." Sierra grins turning toward Fern, "Thanks a lot. Knowing my sense of direction, I bet I would have stumbled into Lacuna if I you weren't here."

[Kender Bard]

"No problem," Fern says with a wave of her hand. "What I want in return is to go in the city with you and have a little look around."

[aivea]

"Let's go. It's not going to get any earlier in the day."

After getting a enough of a look around to describe Ilyamen, Sierra could finally begin to make his way to the home he'd not seen for years.

[Kender Bard]

Fern kept close to his heels - the guards just giving them passing nods when they see them. For the most part, the young Fire girl was willing to be quiet and obedient, following Sierra around and letting him take charge. "When are you going to make good on your promise to Leader Charminei, out of curiosity?"

[aivea]

"The first place I'm going to look for Fires is the tavern- in the places I've been, that's where the most people gather. Does that make sense?"

Sierra wonders if Fern doubts he'd tell the Fires in Ilyamen about what was happening back in Naurorod. He does plan to, but first he needs to find them. Standing in the streets yelling would only make people believe you are insane, which would make things more difficult.

[Kender Bard]

"What's a tavern?" asks Fern, frowning a little - she hated not having any idea what was being talked about, though she was eager to learn. "If people go there, then that makes sense."

[aivea]

"You get meals and drinks at taverns... People gather there for the drinks and to swap tales. Make sense?"

During his attempts to reach Ilyamen, Sierra had wandered his way into aleast two in towns that did not seem to be near his destination at all. Generally, the tales were better than the drinks which were better than the food.
The Fire swordsman laughs to himself as the thought that his lousy sense of direction causing him to end up everywhere but where he wanted to be might be useful.

[Kender Bard]

"Oh!" Fern fairly lit up at the thought. "I'm hungry, so I'd love to go to a tavern and get a bite to eat. And if you flash that gold piece around, I'm sure you'll get anyone telling you anything you want to hear!"

[aivea]

Sierra grins at her enthusiasm.

"That's the spirit! We'll eat and find some Fires in the same place."

His grin fades as he glances around.

"Now where is one?"

[Kender Bard]

Fern shrugs helplessly and looks around as well. "Well for once, friend, I can't guide you. We'll have to go off your..." She winced. "Intuition."

((Man, I wish Dimitri wasn't on vacation right now or we could go to his tavern topic. He's even got a Fire type in there! Oh well.))

[aivea]

Sierra sighs, tempted to defend himself against the suggestion while knowing it was true. One of the streets have a few scattered groups walking down it. To the best of his knowledge, people who live in a city don't tend to wander around lost in it. They look like their going somewhere and it is around time for dinner. Adding those pieces together, there was probably a source of food that way.

"Maybe this way?"

[Kender Bard]

Fern nods, grinning and motions that he lead the way. "Sure thing."

[aivea]

Sierra leads Fern along the road, to where the groups disperse. The trade district lay before the two Fires, stalls full of food, jewelry and other goods stretches out along either side of the road. Air ringing with the sound of people bartering and vendors calling attention to their stall, it is near overwhelming at first. The amount of people gathered here gives the Fire swordsman an idea.

"Fern, try not to think I'm crazy for doing this."

He climbs onto an empty, otherwise ignored barrel and takes a deep breath.

"People of Ilyamen, especially Fire kin! Leader Charminei of Clan Char has sent me to spread word of her request for as many as possible to come and help support and protect Naurorod!"

Sierra does feel quite foolish, shouting at the crowd from atop a barrel, but a grin spreads across his face. If nothing else, at least a few would stop and stare.

[Kender Bard]

Indeed, most of the people in the streets - more than just Fire types - stop and stare at him. Most of the Fire types are marginally interested in what he has to say at least.