Nathan walked north through Minato's streets at a steady pace and let the town move around him.
It was loud in the way that places without rules tended to be loud — not the organized noise of a city going about its business but the layered, overlapping sound of people doing exactly what they wanted without anyone telling them otherwise. Music from open doorways. Arguments conducted at full volume in the middle of the street without either party feeling any urgency to resolve them. The smell of food from a dozen different carts mixing into something that was interesting from a distance and slightly overwhelming up close.
He kept his eyes forward and moved through it.
The problem of the gate was sitting at the back of his mind.
