63 day of Winter, 511 AV
Krishpeh put his journal away and rejoined the crowds. Looking around, he saw almost only humans. This fact did not go unnoticed by the people around him, who gave his black Chaktawa eyes and black-yet-orange Vantha hair less than friendly glances. Though some people were staring at him quite intently, he mostly ignored them. The good majority didn't even notice he was there. The city was just too big for the presence of a single non-human to make much real difference. Perhaps if he had been more inhuman--he had heard rumors of a monsterous, feral race of people with wings--perhaps he might be in trouble, but to most people, he would appear human until closer examination.
He followed the crowd up to the gates. They were towering and impressive, the largest structure he had seen up close in his admittedly short life so far. It was manned by knights--from what he had heard, they were the Syliran Knights, who policed the city. He prepared to enter the city.