"Doctors, clothiers, stylists, chefs. Maybe not the finest in the world, but you'll find them all here, no worries." Erin nodded at his own words, recalling his first time in Uthlyn as a boy. Strapping, yet green, young adventurer that he was back then (and still is, if he had to admit so), Erin had only ever taken on small quests and leves to hunt down wildlife or settle inner-city disputes. The first quest that ever took him out of Falkenrath proper was an escort request-- one that paid well, and lead right into the big city. A young Erin, with reward money in his hands and a new, beautiful landscape to explore... ah, the trouble he got into. The friends he made. Hopefully some of them were still in the city!
Erin lead the way as they began their walk from the stables into Uthlyn proper. The city was indeed all it was made out to be; compared even to the capital of Vythe, the hustle and bustle of everyday life flooded the streets. On cemented sidewalks, the occasional cart-carrying merchant plied his or her trade; Some few further steps in, a struggling painter had drawn a small crowd as he created, in real time, a masterpiece. It was a city of splendors, truly-- One that Erin couldn't NOT enjoy. That said Erin's pace wasn't particularly leisurely at the moment. He walked slightly in front of Hyathia while keeping relative pace with her, for two reasons; The first being that, naturally, he knew where he was going... mostly. He wasn't a frequenter of Uthlyn, but if you've seen all of the city once or twice, then you've seen all of the city a hundred times. Their first destination was definitely a doctor-- one he was rather familiar with-- but afterwards he'd hopefully get time enough to show Hyathia some of the more scenic spots he knew of... She could probably use it, after the day she'd had.
The second, less obvious reason, was to keep her relatively out of his and everyone else's sight. She was, after all... Well, 'having a wardrobe malfunction' was probably a nice way to put it. By keeping her relatively in his shadow, the commonfolk that they passed on their way to the doctor's practice found their eyes first drawn to his great stature and outstanding crimson armor, rather than her... disheveled state. It also kept Erin from doing what any man accompanying a woman in revealing attire would do, which was admittedly far more important to him and his ego at the moment, but that was neither here nor there. "Keeping up alright? Need to stop?"