[Aynia]

"Aye, commendable she is, and I meant no offense, my good sir." Walsh patted the air in front of him, as if to gesture he meant no harm by his comment. He locked eyes with the Admiral as he spoke, and became immediately uneasy. He had never encountered someone who had given off this aura before. His thoughts of boasting to his cohorts about his luck were quickly being replaced with an unsettling feeling. He noticed the eye on the Admirals chest plate moving wildly and reminded himself to keep his calm. He'd never seen anything like it, and it was both fascinating and horrifying. He tore his eyes away before he was too obvious and plastered a smile on his face.

"Of course! If you'll follow me I'll lead you to the city and to the palace, where the palace staff will further assist you." He gestured ahead and began to walk, nervous but keeping an outward calm appearance. They passed through the outer curtain of the city, past various shops and street hawkers selling their wares. They approached the inner curtain wall to get into the city proper, even more colourful stalls and whitewashed stone houses. The streets were neat and cleaner than most, paved with smooth silvery stones. Clothing hung on lines strung from second and third story windows, the houses being fairly tall and close together in the inner city. As they passed through various areas they were greeted with aromas that made their stomachs grumble. Fresh baking bread and roasted meat, the smell of smoke leaf and fried foods and meat smokers filled the air before giving way to the smoky, metallic smell of the blacksmiths. Passing yet more houses dotted with shops, they finally passed through the final wall and reached the open garden area before the palace.

The palace itself was enormous, bright white and tipped with blue green, the results of metal oxidizing over the seasons. It reached into the sky and from the ground looked immeasurably tall, at least as tall as 15 men. Several towers surround the main structure, with annexes with yet more towers jutting out from the main structure. The castle design was elegant and regal, the jewel of the Warren and was decorated as such, with elaborate columns and stonework around doors and the slits that served as windows.

Walking through the paved pathways that wound through the castle gardens felt like walking through somewhere wild. Wild flowers, grasses and bushes were abundant. The garden was meticulously manicured to look like it had never been touched. Fountains and statues dotted the area, many statues slowly being overcome by mosses and vines in the most aesthetic of places. At the front of the garden near the castle there was a large square, presumably for gatherings and Royal Addresses by The Queen.

Walsh chattered to his charges as they walked, naming the areas and suggesting points of interest before finally arriving at the castle steps and taking a bow before gesturing with both hands up the stairs. "This is where I leave you, my friends. The guards at the door will be able to assist you in, and the doorman will see to it the Queen knows you have arrived. Is there anything else you need of me?" He asked out of politeness and training, hoping there was nothing else needed, he had enough story to tell his comrades...