THe party moved down the road, Egwene and Nynaeve protected by the bubble, but Mat walking on the outside of it, not bothered by the smog. They did see some people walking down the street with these odd contraptions on their faces, and quite a few of them pointed at Egwene and Nynaeve's fine silk dresses, as much as they did at Mat's Ashandarei. However, they where paid no mind, and continuted to travel down the road until they saw a poster, one that encouraged joining the imperial Guard.
"Imperial guard? Is this a Seanchan place?" Nynaeve asked, looking around. She couldn't see any Sul'dam or Damane, but maybe this was one of the places where they where absent.
"Tuon didn't mention anything about a mountain city, but it could be" Mat muttered, not giving the frowns at the mention of his wife - gods, he had actually gotten married! despite all his efforts to avoid such an act - and so walked into the street and spoke to one man.
"Mia calichniye ti asa din" he said, trying to greet him, but instead accidentally speaking in the Old Tongue without speaking. To Mat, who had flawless understanding and comprehension of that language, it did not sound wrong, but to others, it would probably be confusing and broken High Gothic.