For now, though, he opened himself to the sights and sounds around him. Already, the city was bustling to life. As they passed the palisades and headed into the city, whose rock now lay bare before their eyes to the very road, throngs of folk pressed outward on their country errands.
The road wound gently up, stairs and switchbacks cutting between the buildings he'd seen from the countryside. Here they were cast in cool shadow, there they passed into the burgeoning warmth of the morning sun. Banners and laundry, signs and streamers crossed and recrossed the roadway, casting their fluttering shadows on the busy moving below.

Took two days off; slaughtered it on the third day.