The grating of gravel can be heard as a squat bird waddles on the pavement. I gotta say, not too happy with the layout of these streets. He grumbles beneath his breath. But hey, it is what it is... He looks up at the sky longingly before turning his beady gaze back down upon you. You alright there bud? Y'look like you're from outta town. Need me to show ya round or something? I mean we could always fly over a few blocks and check out the good old lady—the statue—they all holler 'bout.