He hated the city--he always had. He could never feel comfortable around so many walls, so little space. The claustrophobic feeling made it hard to breathe, sometimes. Just looking at so many people shoved all together in the narrow streets and alleys was difficult to deal with. How anyone could live like this was so very beyond him. He would have preferred the company of the trees. Au least they wouldn't give him the low level panic he very carefully kept off his face.

Not a single white hair was out of place, the top layer elaborately braided out of his face, but he still brushed some aside and out of his eyes, more a nervous habit than a need. Still, he was careful of the feathers and beads woven through, trying not to dislodge anything. Compared to the people around him he must have looked like a wild man, even if the green silk he'd wrapped himself in wasn't exactly barbaric.

And yet, what he wouldn't give for his leathers. Those would have been far more practical.

Distracted as he was by the newness of the place, he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt the tap on his shoulder and it was only force of will that actually kept him from starting, forced him to turn around slowly and keep his breathing even. He was still Speaker, even in this place, and he would be sure the memory he left of the Tayledras would be a glorious one.

"Would that I could tell you," his voice was soft and accented, but he took three time to take in the creature in front of him. Vain, perhaps. Easily enough managed.

"It seems we have been both abducted."