They exchanged glances, a moment of silent communication that acknowledged their new relationship, the complications of maintaining discretion, and the irony of being given separate quarters when both wanted to share space.

"Let's get settled," Sigora said aloud, for the benefit of any listening ears.

"Then perhaps we could explore the city together? It would be good for you to familiarize yourself with Dewura'tt before the ceremony."

"That sounds perfect," Jorghan agreed, his tone carefully neutral despite the warmth in his eyes.

They entered their respective quarters—Jorghan's door closing behind him to reveal accommodations that exceeded anything he'd expected.

The room was vast, easily large enough to house a family, with high ceilings that comfortably accommodated taller elf physiology.

The furniture was carved from dark wood, elegant and functional, sized appropriately for someone of Jorghan's more human proportions rather than the oversized pieces common in elf dwellings.

Jorghan drew a lot of eyes when he entered the city. Though he paid no attention to it. He was the only human in this whole city or even in the entire twelve clans.

The sleeping area featured a bed that looked impossibly comfortable, piled with furs and linens in shades of deep red and black. The patterns carved into the wooden frame were unmistakably Sol'vur—he recognized them from old texts his father had shown him, ancestral designs that marked the bloodline's history.

A bathing chamber adjoined the main room, featuring a sunken tub large enough to swim in, fed by heated water from the same system that supplied the entire city. Smaller rooms branched off—a study area, a weapons storage space, and even a small balcony overlooking the city and the distant abyss.

Jorghan freshened up quickly, washing away the travel dust and changing into clean robes that he found waiting in a wardrobe, comfortable but still formal enough for public exploration.

When he emerged back into the hallway, Sigora was already waiting, similarly refreshed, her hair now loose around her shoulders rather than bound for travel.

"Ready to see what Dewura'tt has to offer?" she asked with a smile that suggested she was looking forward to spending time together outside the confines of their quarters.

"Absolutely."

They descended back to the main streets, this time without a guide, free to wander at their own pace. Sigora clearly knew the city well from previous visits, guiding them through less crowded paths that offered better views while avoiding the busiest thoroughfares.

The western route took them closer to the massive waterfall, the sound of falling water growing louder as they approached. Up close, the carved elephant head was even more impressive—ancient craftsmanship that had weathered centuries without losing its definition or structural integrity. The water flowed with such volume that mist hung in the air, creating small rainbows where sunlight caught the spray.

Below the main fall, terraced gardens thrived on the moisture, growing plants Jorghan had never seen—varieties adapted to the unique microclimate created by the eternal waterfall. Elves tended the gardens with obvious care, pruning and harvesting, maintaining beauty that served the practical purpose of providing food and medicinal herbs.

"Every major city I've been to has something like this," Jorghan observed.

"Some central feature that defines it, a tower, a palace, a monument. But I've never seen anything quite like this. The scale, the integration with the environment—it's magnificent."

"The Amasurata understand that strength isn't just martial power," Sigora replied.

"It's infrastructure, sustainability, and creating systems that endure beyond individual lifetimes. That's why they've remained the strongest clan for so long; they build things that last."

They continued their stroll, moving through market districts where vendors sold goods from across the desert territories and beyond. Textiles in colors Jorghan couldn't name, weapons forged from materials he didn't recognize, and food that smelled enticing despite its unfamiliar appearance.

But as they walked, Jorghan became increasingly aware of the stares.

Elves would glance at him, do a double-take, then stare more openly. Some whispered to companions; others simply watched with expressions ranging from curiosity to suspicion. His human appearance stood out starkly among the uniformly elven population, shorter, with different proportions, and with round ears instead of pointed.

He was the only human in a city of elves.

"Don't let it bother you," Sigora said quietly, noticing his discomfort.

"They're curious, not hostile. Most of them have probably never seen a human up close before, especially not one who moves freely through their city."

"I know. It's just... odd being the exotic specimen on display."

"Welcome to how elves feel in human territories," Sigora replied with dry humor.

"Though at least these stares aren't accompanied by guards following us or restrictions on where we can go."

They were passing through a less crowded street—more residential than commercial, with fewer witnesses—when a group of young elves emerged from a side alley, blocking their path.

Six of them, all male, all in their late teens or early twenties by elven standards. They wore clothing that marked them as clan members; specifically, Jorghan noticed the distinct purple and silver markings, unmistakable colors of the Amasurata.

Not warriors or officials, but youths with the confidence that came from belonging to the strongest clan.

The leader stepped forward, tall even by elf standards, maybe eight and a half feet, with the kind of swagger that suggested he'd never faced real consequences for his behavior.

"Well hello there," he said, his tone carrying mock surprise.

"What do we have here? A human wandering our city like he belongs. Did you get lost, little man? The servant quarters are on the lower levels."

His companions laughed, the cruel, empty sound of those looking for entertainment at someone else's expense.

Jorghan felt his bloodline stir, responding to the implied threat, but he kept his expression neutral. "Just exploring. No trouble intended."

"No trouble intended," the leader mimicked in a mocking tone.

"But trouble's what you'll get if you don't watch your step. This is Dewura'tt, human. Elven city, elven laws, elven business. You've got no place here."

Sigora moved forward slightly, positioning herself partially in front of Jorghan, a protective gesture that was both touching and tactically questionable given that Jorghan was probably more dangerous than everyone in this street combined.

"We don't want trouble," she said firmly but diplomatically. She was worried that Jorghan would just kill them if they messed with him. He seemed to be interested in the city and didn't worry her by saying that he didn't want to be here.

"Let us pass, and we'll forget this encounter happened."

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