Kire stood still for a few more moments, taking stock of their surroundings. [i]Slums.[/i] And there weren’t people about, at least on this side of the rather dilapidated wall. She could recognize a ghetto when she saw one. She could hear the hustle and bustle of the rest of Cordon on the other side. “Alright then. Supplies and tools for building, seeds, old furniture, any other essential items we could get for the coin that’s left afterwards.” She glanced at his boots again before they moved forward. 

Cordon reminded her of many a port city she had seen back in Amria: a melting pot of different people, from different walks of life. It was almost familiar. She could see why Ysaryn suggested she would have a good time there. [i]Too bad about their nasty streak towards elves.[/i] “Ysaryn said they were ‘shadow-elves’, and they’re somehow related to Kartaians. Are there other kinds of elves elsewhere? Can they all move through shadow the way shadow elves do?” she asked, glancing around her. They passed by a group of sailors who eyed her and made teasing remarks. Kire knew better than to dignify them with a response, imagining instead her seafaring friends and what they’d have done to the men had they been with Kire at the moment. Particularly Narda.  “Where’s our first stop?”