Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 347==

We did our best to hide our tech and went in for a landing at the city air dock.  Some people came out to greet us dressed in simple clothes.  Three of them were human, the rest elves.  Elves that looked like they were the same subrace as the Rheingraf spymaster.  They were casually armed with disguised long rifles and what looked like matchlock pistols tucked into their belts.  We introduced ourselves as traders from Manden, braving the desert wastes to open a trade route and look at all the alchemy stuff we have.  We found out what the name of the city is, New Paris, City of Light.  Well, we know who founded it now.  I didn't detect anything distrustful of them, though they were considering us peasant scum and weren't too pleased that we arrived in an airship.  We told them that this was a merchant guild expedition and that they were waiting for our return, successful or not.  They called out one of their merchants, a sun cleric.  He looked over our ingredients, shrugged and said we had nothing he wanted.  He did take an interest in our airship though, started asking questions about it while we casually prodded him for information.  Why was a sun church cleric acting as a merchant?  Well apparently the sun church runs things in the city of light; it's considered the holy capital of the church except apparently only a handful of people across the desert even know it exists.  We were invited in to see if they had anything we had wanted to buy.  He led us to what I'm pretty sure was the city garbage dump.  Old pieces of equipment, rusted, junked, old clothes and so on.  We picked through it for a few minutes, pretending to be interested but ultimately turned him down.  We asked if we could stay in the city for a few days, we had traveled a long way and needed some rest.   He considered for a few minutes before agreeing.  We made our way into the city.  It wasn't as advanced as I had figured.  It looked like Aeyllin in maybe 20 years if they embraced everything we threw at them.  It's all an eclectic mix of magic, technology and medieval design ideals with some early steam punk mixed in maybe?  We're held up for the night in an apartment near the city exit with a bunch of cots our guide had brought in.  We have running water, bathroom facilities with sewage access and what he called a food tube.  It distributes a mint flavored paste with the consistency of mashed potatoes that the locals apparently eat.  It was horrible.  It better not be processed dead people.  Our guide made it clear that he doesn't want us wandering the city.  His reasoning was that we didn't know the laws and didn't want us getting in trouble or hurting ourselves.  How nice.  Jason's going to sneak out soon and take a good look around.