Andrew flaps a hand at the town spread out below them. "Down there. It's all the same, really, even when it looks like it isn't. You, ah, should avoid the town hall. And the labyrinth; if any doors open on a dark corridor, don't go in." Not that she'd be able to help it if the same rules applied as in the 'real' Caerdroia, though.

"I'm going to stay out here with the cows," he decides. He'll quickly change his mind, no doubt, if someone needs his help or if something interesting promises to come along elsewhere.