Rhoynar let his prior knowledge of the city guide them through the busy streets and down the fastest route to the exit. They may have been given six months to retrieve an old crown yet there was no garuntee how long it would take to cross the desert. The furthest he'd traveled was to the desert city of Meerai, yet it sat only three days from the largest port city. He didn't know the way himself, but Rhoynar was sure he could easily pay for someone who did know the way; at least he could bargin for one. 

His feet carried him along the dirt grey stone of the streets and out into a wider, cleaner street with decorated houses and coloured banners flying high in the sky. Each house seemed to buzz with life and colour spilled from each window and door. The city had always been known simply as the path of Elyssa, the God Queen. The colours changed over the passing months, from dark blues to thick blood reds. Each building stood as each a business or the home of one of the many priests within the city. Behind them stood the very temple they worked in. It shone against the rest of the city, glittering gold on its roof, twinkling in the midday sun. Inside its decorated walls was thousands of intricate paintings of the apparent stories of the Gods. The domed ceiling was a detailed and stunning image of each of the twelve gods and their places in the world.  It was a favorite site for the Queen and many of the Lords and Ladies that visited the Capital city. The banners waved against the wind, revealing varying shades of reds and purples. It was another month until Bifall, yet the midsummer solstice was arriving quicker than the temple could prepare for; the summer had been more harsh than before, people wanted crops before the summer ended. 

The knight continued through the streets, walking as if he cared for little else in the world. His mind realed with the idea of this crown. He knew someone would know what it was although he was positive he wouldn't find them anywhere in Illium. He knew of scholars in the east but he felt almost cautious of revealing his destination. Soon, he turned his attention back to the girl besides him, finally choosing to speak to her again.
"We're heading for Astipor, the boats will be cheaper there." He passed her a smile once more and continued his brisk pace. "As for your house, unless you wish to share a saddle, I suggest stabling your horse there. Does your Guild have a home there?" He asked, taking in the sights of a bustling religion he cared very little for. He wasn't sure if anyone in Astipor cared for the religion of Illium now, after all, most of its inhabitants were refugees from the free cities.