Gerhardt shook his head at the flippant response, but figured the boy would learn in time. For now he had other priorities to focus upon. He still had some contacts here, so with some luck they wouldn’t have to start completely from scratch, but neither would it be easy. 
The High Priest wasn’t a particularly persuasive man and quite frankly as cold as the masks he was wearing.
His thoughts drifted off as their ship sailed into the harbour and docked, shaking him away from his past for the time being.
He wondered whether it still was there.
Whether anything had changed at all or and whether his actions so long ago had at least offered the suffering some reprieve.
He released a heavy sigh, not even remembering taking and holding his breath in the first place before he nodded to the prince and moved to disembark.
Clad in wool and leathers he stretched his back for a moment as he enjoyed the feeling of standing on steady dry land again.
Still he merely took a couple of glances around before setting off to the stairs.
“Stay close and don’t wander off…” He said as he smoothly moved up the step, leaving the clammy darkness of the Harbour and stepping into the light.
Before them lay a gigantic open street filled with vendors.
“Welcome Duncan to the Grand Market.” He said with a soft chuckle knowing that even Belisio’s market would pale in comparison to the large unending street as there was no end to it; it being  circular.
All sorts of people shouting and moving about with their wares. Litters, Palanquins and small Phaetons were easily capable of moving about. The people again were a mix of rich and poor, though the rich didn’t really interact with those lesser than them, they had people to do that for them.
Mostly well dressed servants negotiated whilst their masters lounged leisurely. 
Every once in a while you crossed a couple of guards, wearing distinct uniforms, but there also were a lot of ‘sellswords’ free roaming warriors who would fight for gold or glory.
As Gerhardt moved around the different sights and smells danced about, part revulsion, part intoxication and above all most of it exotic. 
Street artists also performed their craft, juggling knives, swallowing blades and spitting fire about to entertain the crowds.
Rest for a moment and you would be caught by one of the eager maidens, who seized every opportunity to lure in new clientele, even if those of the cloth.
As Gerhardt passed them he noticed the nervous and worry stricken expression as the young woman practically climbed into his lap. He was quick enough to dodge the other girl, but Corvo wouldn’t be so lucky.
Seeing Gerhardt easily sidestepped her, she immediately sought another victim and the poor prince was right in her line of sight.
A smile curled around her painted lips and unlike Gerhardt, she wouldn’t allow the young one to side step her.
“Well hello young master…” Her hoarse voice whispered as blocked his line of sight.
“New in town? Let me show you a good time, this city has much to offer to someone…as virile as you.” She said practically draping herself all over his armour.
“I could make your stay worthwhile, you would never wish for anything for your pleasure is my forte.” She lips practically breathed on his skin as her eyes tried to lock him down. Ensnare him and strip away his defiance.
She was about to offer him a free shot of Mira’s Madness, when they were interrupted and forced to make room. 
It was a procession, a parade to celebrate the newest Courtesan. An announcer walked in front to announce to the city the newest desire in the Lilypond.
Behind him followed a man with a gong and 6 men, two to throw down blossom petals for her to step on, two that held up lamps naming the specific House of Desire and two that held a sun and rain cover, shading the beauty from the element and adding more prestige to the already spectacular walk.
She walked underneath the cloth roof in what could only be described as the finest silks and satins, her hair and make up donned to perfection and her head held high with both dignity and grace.
Behind her followed the other two roof bearers, as well as a set of guards belonging to the house. Finally there followed the last two, one lamp bearer and one ‘gift giver’ who would offer small blessings as a token from the Courtesan’s character.
In this case it was actual money, small alms, but generosity nevertheless.
Sorsha noticed Corvo for a moment and halted, stopping the procession for a moment, a highly unusual thing to do.
The guards immediately tensed up and the crowd stepped aside as she approached.
She glanced at the girl who held a glare of contempt for her.
Which Sorsha answered with her special smile.
“I think not that he is receptive to your touches Azheera.” She spoke her voice light and soothing, like fresh spring water.
A snort full of disdain followed as the girl let go, removing any hold of him she had, knowing she had little chance against a proper Courtesan.
Sorsha’s eyes wandered to the prince, taking him in for a moment before she mysteriously smiled.
“You’re welcome…” The gentlest whispered graced his ears as she turned and to return to her parade. The procession once more started and the crier once again shouted.
“Behold the Emberflame of the City! Semantine! Behold her a gentle fire of beauty and passion.”