"That's, eh, a bit of a trip. Though you're in the right place for an airship ride to Suvak."

"Oh I thought it was here. Well, alright, d'you know how much it would cost?"

"About... Four hundred? Six? That sound right to you, Valk? I mean, it's almost two hundred tiles."

"More or less. Express would definitely be more."

"Cool, thank you! Think I'll do some sightseeing first, though."

There's the elevator. They tap a button, just like on Earth. "What kind of sights are you a fan of?"

"Probably ones I wouldn't have found on my world, but if I knew what those were I'd just go to them. Might start with that Lake Quarter you mentioned."

"It's a pretty sight! Don't dump anything into the water, the Lakers hate that."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Ding. The pair of dockworkers get off and head to a bus station, waving a pass at a gate guard.

The elevator continues on to the delivery bay. It's a long row of counters with clerks and a giant board showing whose packages are ready. There's a big sign for 'MAIN CONCOURSE -->'

To the main concourse he zips!

He is almost immediately asked to slow down by a voice without an immediately obvious owner.

That guy in a glass-walled room hanging from the ceiling projected it at him with a magic megaphone, apparently.

He slows down almost immediately, then, a bit bummed out.

Ticket counter - there. Local boarding there. Intercontinental boarding there. Shopping complex and restaurants that way. Exit to Beaver Street to your left.

Exit to Beaver Street it is, he'll remember how to come back.

This: Is a city! Beaver street is obviously on a tile dividing line. Everything is dominated by red brickwork on one side and dark-colored wood on the other. Even the road changes right in the middle.

There's a big plaza with a few maps in front of the place. This is clearly this world's equivalent of a reasonably sized international airport, built surprisingly compactly above a city that continued to grow around it. There are even signs for free shuttle platforms to parking lots A and B.

Can he run quickly outside?

Yes... If he's willing to demonstrate van-kire dexterity to the first trio of police that stop him and wait for them to tell their compatriots that the sparkly guy is not running recklessly.

Sure, he can do that, he likes being a van-kire and likes showing off his van-kire abilities.

As long as they're reasonably sure he's not an accident waiting to happen, sure.

Anyone with private property can still tell him to slow down, and he should be respectful in not disorienting or alarming people if possible and walking inside all government and Royal buildings.

Sure. He's not planning on being slow enough that most people will even notice him actually passing by. He'll check out the map and go visit the pretty lake place.

The southern half of pretty lake place is apparently a big tourism sector.

There are no less than four museums, three parks, two shopping malls, four miniature beaches, and what must be hundreds of shops of various sorts built up on wide bridgeways between hundreds or thousands of sea stacks in a chaotic web. How there are sea stacks in a lake is a question for the Fates.

The water below teems with mer. If the south end of Lake District is a tourist trap, most of the rest is the merfolk equivalent of Chinatown. Live fish being sold in stalls, signs in the swirly language that the dictionary helped cover, glassy murals depicting merfolk hunting and killing sea life.

Ooh! Pretty! He'll spend a while touring the place (at a more sedate pace) before going to visit someplace with actual live merfolk.

Will he actually go underwater or just swim around the surface? The merfolk have a whole underwater complex.

We-ell.

Do people here have nudity taboos? If so he'll purchase whatever they have for a swimsuit here, otherwise just strip naked and go underwater to see these complexes.

Merfolk don't have a nudity taboo, but the humans do. As a 'vankire' he might be able to get away with it but that's usually reserved for less humanoid fair folk.

The swimsuits here are really really baggy.