
The 39th of Summer 513
She looked upon the city, a smile stretched across her face as she patted her loyal strider gently. "We made it, Garel...The city of Nyka. Father said the Master of unarmed combat would be here." The Stallion looked over to the city, simply huffing out and lowering his shoulders in a sigh. She narrowed her eyes at him, "Don't give me that, the city gates aren't that far from here. Then you'll be able to rest my dear friend." She lightly stroked through his mane and he began trotting towards the city.
Upon arriving at the city's gates, they were halted by the city guard. They merely crossed their halberds, cutting off her pathway into the city, "State your business."
Sayren blinked for a moment, reigning Garel to a halt in front of the guards as she gazed at them, puzzled. Then, they took a more hostile stance, raising the halberds to her, "We said, state your business!" Normally, most horses would rear back, but as a Cyphrus Strider, Garel stood defiant, merely stamping his hooves upon the ground. Sayren wasn't so easily shaken either, "Such hostility is not necessary. My business is my own."
The men did not budge, "Then maybe you'd pay the Entrance Fee?"
Sayren narrowed her eyes, "An Entrance Fee? My father never told me of an Entrance Fee for Nyka..."
"Yes, an Entrance Fee." One of the Guards said as they both lowered their weapons, "Think of it as a small tax to pay to see our glorious city."
Sayren sighed in frustration, "Look, I came here to be a student, currently I'm in search of Ximal? The Master of Unarmed Combat?"
Both guards immediately stiffened, "Ximal?!" Their voices cracked as they both stepped aside, "You may enter! Quickly now!"
Sayren merely tilted her head, was Ximal really that well respected? Or feared?... "And what of this Entrance fee?"
"Don't mind it!" The Guard piped, trying to wave her inside the city. She continued with her curious gaze at the guard, then pressed Garel on into the city, "These people are so strange, Garel...Endrykas was so much easier." The stallion nodded his mane in agreement as he trotted along the streets.
She observed the city with intense fascination, being so used to the pavilions of Endrykas, she wasn't used to seeing homes made of stones and rock. The people even seemed friendly...at first. It would be a greeting here and there, but it wouldn't pass much more than a brief moment of eye contact and poof, the person was gone. Blending in with the crowd of locals once more. She even noticed that there weren't any vendors for food, meats, veggies or otherwise.
"Looks like Father was right, Garel. We may have to hunt for food." The stallion simply nudged back, looking at her as if he were saying, and that would be so bad? She smiled and patted the strider, "Always up for a good chase." She looked around them once more, "You'd think someone would at least direct us to this...Master." She tried asking a local, they gave her a moment's attention, then just left. A greeting and continues walking. She blinked, unsure if she even spoke to anyone to begin with. Tries another, but they barely even paused to give her the notice and continued onward. This increased her frustration. She tried another, and they merely brushed her off. Infuriated, she grasps a rather large man by his tight black shirt, "YOU! Tell me where I can find Ximal Thgegni!" The crowd seemed to instantly fall silent, even Garel shivered uncomfortably. She looked around, confused, "What?"