Glancing sidelong at him, the Yason merely intoned a non-committal "Hn," then lapsed back into silence. His stride was easy, loose; he chose which streets he took without hesitation, though he had only passed through them once before. Granted, he did have the aid of his raven above.
It wasn't long before he reached the building. It looked every bit like the others in its architecture, from the smooth, seamless walls to the odd-shaped doorway. The only thing setting it apart was that Orha went directly for it.
The cylinder was still open when he reached it, propped upright in one of the back rooms. The Yason stopped in the doorway. He gestured with his stick-hand.