"In more civilised parts." Felix, in contrast, is quite at home as he scans the sky. He's used to finding shelter and aid in the wilds of his world - better yet, he's also inured to the risk of ambush. He points past Alex, to where their vantage point allows a view over the golden plains below. "You might be able to see some down there."

By 'some', he means a few of the outlying farms with their thatch-roofed houses and small fields... and towering above them on a hill of its own, the walled town of Whiterun, a self-contained patchwork of grey and yellow.