"They're scared."

"I still do not understand what they're scared."

"We're... uh... easy to scare."

"Okay. Want to go look at things not scary?"

"...okay."

She hops down off the roof of the building. It is admittedly not a very tall building but it still isn't a hop it would be wise for an Amentan to make. 

He blinks, and then steps into shoe covers and follows her.

She glances quizzically at the shoe covers but doesn't say anything. It's a few blocks to the pier. There are boats. They, like everything else, seem to have been designed as an art project at least as much as for any practical purpose. Some of them are unloading fish. Some are unloading passengers.

"Everything is so spread out and pretty."

"Pretty is important, we would be sad if everything is not pretty. I guess it is spread out if you are like orcs with roof gardens."

"It seems like it must take a long time to walk places. Are there trains?"

"There are trains between the cities. There are not trains in the city, we walk."

"You must spend a lot of time walking."

"I guess. Walking is nice. There are parks and things to see. I am not usually - it is not usually so that take a long time is bad."

"You're not usually in a hurry?"

"Not usually in a hurry," Faervel says agreeably, walking up to a cart and taking two kabob-things. "Want food?"

"- okay -"

She hands him one and eats the other.

He eats it carefully so nothing falls to the ground. "It's good."

She beams at him. "Brithombar has the best food. People come to eat it."

"From where?"

"Other Elf countries mostly."

"On this same planet?"

"Yes. The Elves on the other planet visit sometimes but not very much, it is very very far."

"How far?"