Simply put, it was all white marble and togas around them, but it wasn't plain. Colored sashes were often worn with their garb, or the garb itself was dyed in many luxurious hues. The stone itself wasn't always white and bare either; they could see paintings and murals, the very buildings themselves acting as a canvas. Or, sometimes, the very marble from which images and figures were carved, painstakingly painted, and brought to life. The workmanship and skill put into them made these figures, some depicting everyday life, moments in history, or gods and demons, look almost real. All of this art, skillfully woven into the architecture and the city itself, grew in complexity and number the deeper they went, finally culminating in another wall and gate, this one in the city itself.
One carved out of marble, depicting Gods of lightning, love, war, the sea and more.
"The Cloud District," their previously silenced legionnaire spoke. Having regained his composure from before, he signaled for the guards to open the gate, and with the gentle, smooth, polished sound of stone sliding over stone, the squad's carriage moved forward. What they saw was so much like home, yet so different. Many of the people were the very pinnacle of beauty, their skin youthful and their bodies shapely and flawless. Yet, it was all marble and togas. And more importantly, elves. Half of the population here were elves. "It is my duty to safeguard this fair bastion of civilization, and so I must watch you like a hawk," the guard began, finally talking to them properly again. "And though your knowledge of their most fair tongue - wait, are you even listening?" the man glanced at Coco in particular.
'Help me,' Sif's voice echoed in their minds. With their attention on the guard, Coco had picked up Sif in her hands to begin examining her like a doll maker would examine a doll. The Mini-Neko's face was flushing with embarrassment as she was practically handled like a toy by the 'child'. This, in and of itself however, was something worth noting.
"Tabun," the little girl replied, the carriage finally bringing the squad into an open air market similar to the one before, but with added refinement. Though the goods were primarily what the forest and the city's farms could provide, there were plenty of objects of note. Trinkets from far away lands could be seen, and the arms and armor on display in one stall in particular - though much like the soldier's - were of fine quality. But perhaps most importantly, was the familiar two handed curved sword alongside a set of traditional armor.
A sharp slashing sword and a suit of archer's armor; a katana and a set of ō-yoroi.