Kire nodded, walking beside Ysaryn. “The port city? Yes. ‘Cordon’, huh?” She stretched her arms as she walked. “I met him yesterday. I understand not wanting to be around that for long periods,” she said, gesturing vaguely behind them. “What are the people of Cordon like? Is it just elves they hate, or all outsiders? How big is the city? Do they have rulers, chiefs? Where do you go for supplies?” She stopped then, checking her rambling questioning before her mouth ran off away from her again. “Are your people expecting you back anytime soon? Rulitus and I could relay a message on your behalf, just so they don’t worry. Or that you don’t worry that they’d worry,” she added with a small smirk.