The mood of the airport for El’zya was far different than the Clear Harbor docks. While it was just as full of travelers in high spirits, the crowd was thrumming with the mutters of those who were all business. Men and women in suits chattering among each other as they hurried along the walkways of the building. But what struck the party as they finally left the airport and got to the real entrance to the city.
They were greeted to a sight from the utter height of El’zya, being moved down the outer wall by one of many large elevators carrying everything from people to cargo up and down the terraces of the carved city. All around their descent were buildings of red and blue, stretching all along the canyon down to the river below.