Demitiri was not sure what all the words that she used to describe the town meant, but he did understand that she and he were of like spirit. They both like the forest and only out of necessity now did they venture towards the crowded and noisy throng of humans bustling in and out of the giant stone mound.

As they breached the last line of trees, he found it hard to breathe. Before them swarmed more humans, more living beings, than he had ever seen. The noise from the mass of people was overwhelming. Curses being shouted, Offers being made, Laughter, Crying, Screaming, Singing, Growling. It seemed to all mix together into a roiling mess of sounds that assaulted his senses.

He rested his hand on Hassan's hilt and prepared himself for what seemed to most definitely be the worst fight he would ever face. He almost wished he was back fighting the huge Daemon, or running from Kranton or Baldus and his thugs. Even if none tried to attack them, they still had to find someone who knew of Xalic and the stone mountain fortress. This task, upon actually making it to Keithon, seemed near impossible. How could they find anything in such a huge crowd?

"Um... Leonna... you know human know Xalic? This is big. How you find stuff here? This no look good."