[i]The majority of the Trayvens seemed rather ignorant of his arrival for the time, fortunate or not, instead caught up with their own patrols or operations. Carriages and large, militaristic vehicles drove down the streets of the rebuilt city, string music breaking through the air and drums beating through the clearings. Though the occasional passerby would bow their head to him, saying[/i] "Sir" [i]or[/i] "M'lord" [i]- they seemed to be loyal to a respectful cause to some degree, or at least attempted at it.[/i] [i]Yet fire and smoke could be smelled, in the scent of the whisking air. It was.. close, close to the dome.[/i]