Finding Westcrown is harder than getting elected but easier than convincing Rokoa Initida to let her go. She has to ask for directions several times. Some humans see a descending strix and reach for their weapons; some are just confused. Liushna only lands near the confused ones. 

Eventually, though, she finds the city, and...does not know where the convention is within it. 

Well. If she can't make it through the city, at all, then her plan is probably doomed, so she should try to do it. 

She lands on the side of the city nearer the water, so she's slightly less surrounded if people do decide to pull weapons on her. 

She may notice that the wingless people in this cluster of buildings are significantly smaller than the rest of the city.

She may also notice that someone calls a name in through a door, and one of them comes out while the rest hide inside. He's middle-aged, mostly expressionless, and has an unsubtle glowing armband that looks like a bunch of runes.

"Hello, ma'am," he says carefully, "May I ask why you're here?"

He is absolutely poised to turn and run before she can try to grab him in her talons, but he's Chelish, she might not notice.

Are these human children? She hopes she isn't scaring children. 

"Am Liushna, tribe Windwhip, the Itarii. Elected of the Itarii for delegate to Constitutional Convention. Not know where Constitutional Convention." 

"Ah. I did not know they let... the Itarii... elect delegates. It can't hurt to have a few more who aren't human. You want the big ornate building... Or, have you been in a town before?"

"Find Westcrown today. Ask directions. Humans in town, more no weapons. Humans not in town, more weapons. Not land ask directions when weapons."

"Right. I had better show you the way. They'll pay you daily, while you're here; may I have one-tenth of the first day's coin, for guiding you?"

Grossly overcharge a rural rube? Tibex? Never!

"Coin is what?"

"Coin is money; money is what you trade to get things you need you can't hunt or gather yourself. Food, clothing, a room to stay in."

She puzzles this over. 

"Has tribe, for what can't do. Tribes trade; food for weapons, weapons for clothing, clothing for spells. Not know word, 'money.' What is 'a room to stay in'?"

"Money is..." Tibex has read a little from Abadarans, he can explain this, right? "...Like something everyone wants to trade for. So you can trade food for money with one person, and then money for clothing with another person, and you don't have to find someone who needs your food and has your clothing."

"A room is... I guess you'd just need a perch? A nest? There are many people in not much space, so most places are full and you need to trade with someone to be able to rest there."

"...Towns crowded," she acknowledges. Okay, so: for attending the convention, she will be given a Generic Trade Good, and this person who may or may not be a child wants a portion of it for helping her, since they are not the same tribe. 

Fair enough. 

"One tenth is--two is one tenth twenty, three is one tenth thirty?" she double checks, because she's not going to promise him a fraction of her Trade Good only to discover she accidentally promised him ten Trade Goods. 

"Yes, that's right."

"Get ten, give one," she agrees. "Thank for helping."

"Of course. Wait one moment while I tell my friends I am not in danger."

Well, that he thinks he's not in danger. 

"Will wait." 

"Great," he says, and ducks back into the doorway. After a quiet conversation, he returns outside and nods to Liushna.

"They're reassured. We want to go north to the end of the island, near the palace. I can show you the way."

Nod nod. She'll follow him, then. 

"I've heard some stories about the convention," he says, "Why did you choose to join it?"

"People in towns near home say, bad men gone, new human Queen." She's pretty sure "Queen" means "Rokoa." "They say, constitutional convention supposed to say how humans act. They say, crazy Galtan idea everyone in Cheliax gets a voice. We are in Cheliax. Long long time ago, human queen* make peace with Itarii. Then humans changed, started attacking. Want new peace. Elders not think it work but Liushna tribe queen say Liushna can go, and all who vote for all tribes vote for Liushna, because Liushna run unopposed." 

*Liushna is not really clear on humans having male rulers.

"Better idea than a lot of the humans have, then. ...There will be a lot of them. Six hundred, I think."

"So many!" 

"That's cities for you. How many in your tribe?"

Someone walks by and looks alarmed, but Tibex waves them off. They look skeptical but seem to decide it's not their business.

"Fifty-nine." 

Arguably he has a 'tribe' about the same size, but they all are city people.

"Well, that's going to be different, then. Good luck adjusting, seems like you'll need it."

A big decorated building is getting close.

She notices the building!

"Have been to places with other tribes...but...even if six hundred people in one place, only the queens it is important can talk. Not know how talk to six hundred people."

"Well, my... friend, said he thinks most people won't talk much. A lot will be afraid to be there and trying not to be noticed."

"Then why there?"

"Because someone who didn't like them elected them, or they were chosen by lot to attend, or they're scared to offend the queen by not attending. He doesn't think they're - you're - actually in danger, but, well, they're used to living with bad men in charge."

"...Bad men hurt other humans?"

"Always. Good men still hurt other humans too. And halflings, and dogs, and orcs, and whatever is in their way when they're angry."

"What is 'halflings' and 'orcs'?"

"Halflings are the short ones like me, who don't have pudgy baby faces like human children. Orcs are... bigger than humans, and skin that's grayer and greener, with tusks and pointed ears and usually more scars. Halflings and orcs are almost all slaves, though there are a few of us who are free."

"Never seen human children. Itarii babies have soft faces--not know 'pudgy'--did not assume human children also do. Think maybe seen orcs? Thought they were humans." 

"Humans never have tusks, so if you saw human-looking tall folk with tusks they were probably orcs, or maybe half-breeds. Pudgy is mostly the same as soft."

He envies her ignorance of the differences. Oh, probably being a tribal rube is awful in a dozen ways, but no fear of masters or need to tell the difference must be nice. Not that he'll let that on, he's too Chelish.

"Tusks is...?" she makes an imitation of orc teeth with her fingers over her mouth.

"Yes, that. They're very strong, and like to fight."

"...I am very glad I came here now. Even if they do not let me be delegate, now I know about orcs and halflings; can tell tribes that orcs and halflings are not human, humans are bad to them like humans are bad to Itarii." 

"And I am glad you found me to guide you; a lot of humans are... well, they wouldn't think to mention it." He actually smiles when he says that, and it's mostly genuine.

Emphatic nod. 

"Eavesdropped on human many time. Why speak Chelish. Why know convention. Never hear halflings and orcs." 

"If they talked about people and called them 'slips'," he says, grimacing, "That means the same as halflings. But we wouldn't use it for each other... Like, I think humans don't call you 'itarii', they say 'sterx'* or something."

*He's very educated for a halfling but that's not a high bar.

"Bad men say strix," she says, grimacing. "Slips is like strix. Understand." 

"Exactly. ...This is the right building. I'm pleased to have met you, Liushna. If you want to speak again, my name is Tibex."

"Very pleased to have met you Tibex! Will stay until get coins, so can give coin?"

"Right, of course." He'd almost forgotten, that conversation was unexpectedly interesting.

And she walks up to the big building.