"Well he seemed nice." Amal remarked. 

The two had gathered their things, having told Emmaline's friend farewell for the day and now had the herculean task of finding a nice one bedroom in the middle of Altdorf. Sure they had the money, and it seemed they were about to no less than quadruple their current riches, but it wouldn't do to advertise themselves as people with means. Not yet anyway. The streets were robust and the buildings were towering, the top floors leaning over the streets as if they were about to crumble any moment to Amal's foreign eyes. Emmaline seemed to know where she was going at least, breathing in the air as if it was refreshing. 

"He is, in his own way." She replied. "He's helped me out of a few tight situations now and again." 

"He and I have that in common." Amal grinned, the blonde blushing and eyeing him, trying to decipher if that was a jab or not. Seeing Amal was being cheeky but not mean spirited, she merely gave him a nudge with her shoulder. 

"Where are we going?" 

"The only place we can go to in this city without being found or searched." She concluded, halting before the next road. The sun had yet to set, but it seemed the lights of the lanterns and the festivities of some sort were brighter and more loud than anything else in the city. Two to three story buildings, mostly made of wood though some were ostentatiously wrought with various brass or gold trimmings or filigree on the architecture. It was clear that nearly every building here was a place to find a drink or a bed to sleep in. "The Street of a Thousand Taverns."   

"It sort of reminds me of home." Amal admitted. 

"Let me show you around." She said, taking his arm in both of hers. 
[@Penny]