More passengers trickle in over the next few minutes. There are nine of them when the wizard walks into the chamber. He has two large cloth sacks strapped to his back.

"Hello everyone. I am Victor Morris. I will be teleporting you all to Canorate today. For those of you who have not traveled with me before, there are some procedures involved." He pulls one of the sacks off his back. "This is a bag of holding. To transport so many, I will be magically shrinking everyone. You will all climb into the bag and then I will teleport. Once we arrive at Canorate, the bag will be opened next to a mattress like this one. Is that clear?"

Oh that explains why the mattress. She... nods? If other people are acknowledging this out loud she will as well, but if he has more to say she doesn't want to interrupt.

Everyone else gives their affirmation. 

"Right. Do not resist this spell." Mass reduce person. It takes longer to cast than most spells—like silence or summon monster without the Acadamae's tricks.

She will not try to resist it! That seems foolish.

...wow, being half the size is a little strange. Some of the architectural choices around here make more sense all of a sudden when she sees them from this height.

The wizard opens the bag of holding. "Everyone, please enter the bag in a single file line."

The passengers form a line and begin entering the bag.

She walks in along with all the rest. What is it like inside? Just a normal, if very cramped, bag, or something stranger than that?

It's a normal bag except bigger on the inside. It's certainly a little cramped with nine inside. From her perspective, the interior seems to be similar in size to the mirror hideaway at the Hall of Shaping, but it must be much smaller in reality. Reduce person is strange to experience.

It's definitely a weird feeling. Presumably the other bag is full of whatever this Teleport was hired to carry, then. Or maybe there are animals or something to carry goods? Not really important right now.

She... squishes in and waits. Does anyone else look particularly nervous? Five minutes isn't much time for conversation, but going through the motions of talking to someone can steady someone who might otherwise have a problem, and she's not doing anything else with the time.

There's some light chatter. Nobody seems to have issues at the moment.

Oh good. She happily asks people questions, making sure to steer around anyone asking her why she's going to Canorate. It won't be that long, and it's easy to be drowned out by someone else talking. That should be very doable.

"Alright, everyone's inside. We'll be teleporting shortly. You may experience headache or nausea when the bag opens in Canorate. The air's heavier when you're not up a huge mountain."

Victor shuts the bag. The sound of the outside world deadens.

Oh right she will soon be able to breathe again. What a nice idea.

Teleport.

The bag opens. Tencednil's ears feel like grapes being squeezed in a vice. The world spins around her horribly. The edges of her vision darken.

"Everyone out! We've arrived." Victor's voice sounds muffled and distant.

She... augh. That's terrible. She tries to take a breath and can't manage it, not with her ears trying to fall out and everything this awful. She crawls out of the bag, not actually holding her ears but mostly because whatever is wrong is clearly on the inside and that wouldn't help.

Is Teleporting always like this. Why. No, he said it was the mountain. Why are mountains so terrible. Why do people live up there anyway. This is disgusting.

The other passengers aren't having a great time either. Everyone makes it out of the bag safely. An ox loaded with cargo and an armed man are in the arrival chamber with them.

"Thank you for traveling with Victor Morris. I make these rounds often. If you need a return trip, you get a small discount with me." The wizard bows and walks away.

And an animal. Delightful. Makes sense, but loud noises from unhappy animals are not ideal right now.

She staggers out to find somewhere to sit for a moment and recover, before passing her bank draft to the Bank. Could she get that in the form of a few... shields' worth of pinch, whatever that means here... and a spot on the Teleport to Almas, with the rest as another draft for that Teleport? Yes this is somewhat abrupt, she apologizes for the inconvenience, thank you for handling it so easily.

The Bank will exchange her currency for the local variety and reserve her a spot on the next teleport to Almas. There are a few spaces remaining.

Oh good.

She has a few hours, little enough money on her that being robbed isn't really a problem, and a new city to look at. What can she find? What do people seem worried about? She obviously won't hear about Korvosan troubles this far out. How is the population of Canorate different, at least in passing at the less-shady bars near the Bank?

Canorate is the jewel of Molthune—a shining city filled with breathtaking architecture, public art works, lush garden promenades, and citizenry draped in the best fashions. It is also mostly closed to non-citizens without a valid permit. Tencednil is free to explore the southeastern third of the city, where the laborers and lesser races work and live. The other two thirds, which presumably include the abodes of the wealthy and powerful, are closed to her. The Korvosan Guard may be competent, but the officers of the law in Canorate are quite literally an army, and they patrol in vast numbers.

Good thing she wasn't planning to stay! Acquiring a permit would no doubt be more than a three-hour process. She will be completely boring and unobjectionable for the time she is here, and keep her hood up to not be too obviously a half-elf.

...also what exactly are these "lesser races". Is this like otyughs again.

"Lesser races" isn't a precise legal term. It seems to mostly refer to halflings and half-orcs and sometimes half-elves. She gets looks when she inquiries about this.

She doesn't inquire too actively! She just asks some entirely reasonable questions which happen to be easily answered with deprecating terms for the relevant lesser races, and tries to decipher the slang.