There was little opportunity to say much either to her or to each other, which was perhaps as well. Once again there was the unpleasant spectacle of other pedestrians looking, recognizing and then deliberately snubbing, and even though Aldric seemed not to notice—or betrayed nothing of it if he had—Kyrin was disliking the situation more and more. The place to which the woman led them was a town house typical of the well-to-do area of an Imperial city. Kyrin had seen a similar style before, in Tuenafen; it presented to the world the usual featureless outer wall, a wall broken only by the house doorway set square in front up a small flight of steps. There was no stable entrance; those who could afford to live in this part of town could easily afford the rent of space elsewhere for carriage or horses, and had enough servants in the house to fetch conveyance when it was needed. Rather than leaning out over the street in the way older houses did, this—like the others to either side—was set well back.
