As soon as she laid eyes on the white-gold tower, Sabine cocked her head to one side. It was still taller than anything she had ever seen, but for some reason she expected it to be larger when up this close. It was likely that the scale was the issue, as its base was still obscured by ring walls. Where her mouth went agape was with just how expansive and crowded the harbour was. It was twice, or almost three times the size of Thorn's docks, and there was barely a square metre that didn't have someone walking, or hauling, or hawking, or something. The sound the crowd made was so loud and homogenised that it was almost impossible to discern any single voice.

Janius could understand Nirasi's notions when he observed Kaleeth's reaction. Being from a place where the tallest things were trees, an artificial structure of the tower's size, even if it was technically build by ancient elves, was probably unlike anything she could even imagine. Janius laughed and put an arm around Kaleeth's shoulder, looking up at the tower with her. "I reacted in exactly the same way when I first laid eyes on it. What do you think?"

When Fendros emerged, he took a deep breath of the salty and slightly rancid air of the docks and found himself in surroundings he didn't think he would witness again. "It's been a long time," He remarked to Ahnasha, taking her hand, "Have you been here before? If so, how long ago?"