The city is a good sight better than strange, crumbling ruins that carried a haunted air that reminded Sabetha far too much of the catacombs beneath Misericordia, but that doesn't mean she's relaxed since reaching civilization - though most wouldn't know that to look at her. Her posture is open and casual, her expression faintly amused, and only the keeness of her gaze as she assesses passers by - particularly those who look to be dressed in guild colours - betrays her.

"It rarely does," she says, giving Neeshka a small, crooked smile. "You know the area - where would you start?"