"When will you stop giving me reason to."
"Thanks," said Lyla with a tip of her yellow cap. "However, I don't think our times together are done yet. I need to see old peps myself, he owes me for the time I gave his cousin free passage. I know where he is, come with me." She stepped off of the craft, leading the way to some steps that lead into the main city.
The streets were many colored murals, each color leading to a different building or street. It was chaos, but with a specific sort of order. It made sense in a way. Yet, Lyla, as she stepped onto the first stones of Dox street, sighed and ignored this order, "I missed you, old place. Your avenues are as insane as ever." She had the last remnant of the juice and tossed the juice box at a street vendor, trying to sell mutant fish shipped from another place in the city. People of all sorts walked along the streets, talking in more languages than one can think of in an entire afternoon. She frowned at the people, something seemed off to it.
The road sloped upwards, ever upwards, towards the large spire in the center of the Upper City with the rooms on top. All thought of what was off left her as she looked up with a chuckle.
Ahh, yes, the golden rooms of abracadabra or whatever it was... Lyla remembered when she'd been allowed to go up there. The good old days when the lizards had thought highly of her. The lizards.
She pulled aside someone from the street, a woman by the name of Henri whom she recognized, "Where are they? The soulless?"
"Up there," she said, pointing to the tower. Pointing to those crystalline rooms with the big windows. And the nice warm beds. Maybe Lyla could steal one and install it into her ship... The woman continued, "They're meeting with someone, I don't know who though." The woman hesitated, "Aren't you the-"
Lyla turned away, walking back to the group, "Change of plans, Peps is probably up in the needle. We're going there. Apparently he's meeting some person."