He lets out a huff of frustration, setting the ladder down and boosting himself off the top of the wall. Wrathion lands lightly, glances around once before moving the ladder more into the bushes.

"Gossip might add some colour to this place. The atmosphere is unpleasant."

It's about the most cold, frightened place he's been in some time. The people are not exactly unfriendly, but he suspects that is purely because of their dear friend The Merchant's contact being among the Hok-Shinn.