Duma began to walk southwest through the city, hoping not to get lost, but if he was at all anxious about being in unfamiliar territory he didn't show it. He surveyed the people of Paixao with long glances, noting that they looked much like wingless angels. With one hand holding Yorda's and one holding the journal-key, Duma was unable to touch any of the facades. So after briefly considering where about his person he might actually be able to store it, he put it down on the ground and walked on, stopping a few yards on to examine a clump of jeweled flowers.