[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]South from gates. Simple enough.[/i][/color] Destination set, Gerard's steady march saw him float through the grounds of Candaeln at a pace not exactly leisurely, but far from the prior explosions of speed he'd torn through the yard with. If it overlooked the river, she was probably intent on sending him right by Calnahen's banks, outside of Aimlenn's sturdy walls. Admittedly, Gerard couldn't place the watchtower in question from his memory— in the few times he'd had the privilege to see the city from afar, such as this morning, he was always most drawn by his awe at the immense spires, letting the surrounding farmlands sort of fade into the foreground. But, her directions had left it clear, even if his sense for the city landmarks was lacking— just get out of the gates and follow the river as it flanked the southern face of Aimlenn. Any idiot could manage that. The watchtower she spoke of would show itself soon, if it were tall enough to appreciably be counted as such. Up on the cliffs, surrounded by a crowding of other buildings... By all rights, [color=goldenrod][i]it oughta be impossible to miss.[/i][/color] River cutting through the land would make for muddy soils as well as a certain grade. Maybe not the rolling hills of central Velt, but the slick would more than make up for a gentler incline. For all the long walk it'd be, hard to ask for anything more true to life. By now, his advance had taken him onto the drawbridge across Candaeln's moat. He glanced down, taking in the brackish, murky, and very still water below. He'd seen his fair share of moats in battle too, if one wanted to speak on "true to life". His eyes narrowed, the mind behind them thinking for a long, silent moment. [color=goldenrod][i]...[/i][/color] Shaking his head as if disappointed in himself, he kept walking. There was a whole city to get through, and half the day'd been spent parading. At least the riverbed wouldn't get him [i]poisoned[/i].