Beren raised an eyebrow at her, unsure if she was simply toying with him or biding her time before she thought of just the right spell to obliterate the closest ship in the harbor. She rolled her eyes, as if reading his mind. 

"I'm simply impressed," she half lied, and bade he move forward with an impatient wave of her hands. Beren snorted, despite himself. He gave an obsequious bow, which she took as earnest. He stood up and hop-skipped forward, moving passed the busy wharves and its hoppoi and galloi ships. Men cried out in different languages, some he recognized, others he could only guess at. Yet nearly all of the teeming dockworkers and travelers gave Beren a wide berth. On second look, his grab was somewhat more ornate than the average citizen, and with his staff, he was given the same respect as a wealthy merchant, or perhaps an unwanted guest? 

All around them, the buildings were made of timber or mudbrick. However the walls that curtained the entirety of the city were made of robust limestone. Beren had read the men here attributed the walls construction to ancient giants of immense strength and skill. He had once wondered how true that was, but walking with a goddess tended the change one's perspective on things. He would need to take some time to study the implications of everything he had just learned, Sangu willing.

"So, where exactly are we going?" She asked pointedly, stopping to admire (being a generous term) a particular statue of a local deity, the lion-headed Hashuphet. It was thrice a tall man's height, robust and carved with dignity. The sculputed body of the lion-man was powerful, with its massive arms crossed and its fanged maw opening in a perpetual growl. Four statues of Hashuphet dotted the four sections of the city, being the docks, the merchants way, the temple distract, and the inner city where the citadel of the Lugal sat at Ubtar's highest point. 

"We need to speak to the lugal, or his representative," Beren reminded her, scratching his mane of hair. "He needs to be told of the..." Beren gave her a sideways look. "-fate of the expedition." 

Even as the final words left his mouth, there was a cry of alarm from the north. Calliope seemed less than interested, but Beren tried whirred and tried to get a good look of the commotion, and when he could not, he sprang up onto the platform that held the statue and peered over the crowd. He groaned at the sight. "A wagon has just collapsed at the Nemean Gate," he said tiredly. It was good no one was harmed, but a spooked horse galloped away with the front arms of the wagon skidding across the stone behind it. "Hold on..." he told her, and hopped down, handing her his staff to take. 

"Do you wish for me to take it?" She asked sweetly. 

"Do you wish to get done with this ordeal?" He asked with her same tone. 

She scowled and took the staff. "Fine, but hurry up, [i]ardu[/i]" she commanded, using the word for subordinate, and that was if you translated it kindly. He agreed, however, and went off to help.