Eryx was calm at this point, they'd just about made it into the clear. Now though they'd head for the slums, riding directly for the church where undoubtedly beggers would sit in wait form alms. "Toss whatever you picked up!" He calls over his shoulder as they storm down. It was a trick as old as time, money in the streets to build a wall of people.

After they'd passed that point, the carriage slowed down to a trot, bringing them through just fast enough that if someone had the bright idea to try and rob them he'd have no issue trampling them. "Right then, where too kid?" He ponders, looping up to slip back out of the neighborhood as he looked for pursuing guards.