Although a discount wasn't what Sylvaine'd had in mind, Cillian had paid the notary before she could argue further. Annoying though it was, she supposed it couldn't be helped what with the rabble behind them becoming more frustrated by the minute. Besides, she hadn't yet spent a copper, even though she suspected that the bard would want to be compensated later. That, at least, she could work with. She flashed her friendliest smile at the soldiers as she passed, gracing them with a nod and a "Much obliged, gentlemen!"

Greybridge was bustling with activity, the throng of people giving rise to a wave of scents, sounds and impressions. Sylvaine was in no way a stranger to big cities or heaving mobs, having travelled far and wide with her fathers company, but the loneliness of the wilderness had rendered her slightly unprepared for the experience. She felt dizzy, but made sure not to show it, doing her best to proceed through the masses in her usual swagger. She heard Cillian speak to her, complimenting her on her feat at the gate. "Huh" she snorted, "The best lies have a grain of truth in them. While it is true that my father fought for the city, it was rather in the sense that he tried to capture it for his employer than defend it from an attack."

Cillian laughed at that. A charming sort he was, and agreeable. Gave her an idea. She leaned in close, a knowing smile on her face. "I don't know about you, but I could use a drink right about now" she said, raising her eyebrows, "See any taverns?" Cillian frowned and was about to argue, but she cut him off. "It's never too early to do the right thing, my friend" she said, "And I'm telling you; the right thing for us, right now, is a proper drink."