"Should they not, there's bound to be something within the city that can tell us where we are and where to go. Nobody lives in a big place like that without some kind of map." It was so brightly lit and inviting.

"...The gates are open," she noted, perplexed.

"Alarms are used in emergency. Surely someone thought of barricading from outside threats of preventing escape." Layer paused, then looked to her companion.

"Do you think the locals might be having some trouble and are calling for help?" Worry tinged her voice. If the gates were open, that was an invitation to come inside. Who were they to say no?