The tree proved to be more dangerous in the anticipation than it did in the practice - everyone made the journey across without incident. By the time they were across, the old tabaxi was far ahead, and Myrral had to leave the others behind to find him, before returning to show them which way he'd gone.
Eventually, they came to another raised road. This one passed through the entire north-south length of the city and had once been the main thoroughfare. To travel atop it would be significantly easier than travelling through the thickly overgrown ruins on either side, but to do so would come with great exposure.
"This is how they preferred it," said Qawasha with a shake of his head, "The higher caste that was allowed to use the raised roads would be seen by all they passed, with their entourage preceding their passage waving feathered fan-flags."
The old cat hurried south, scrambling up the wall to pass an overgrown spot. From the top of the wall that was the road, he looked about for a quick moment before diving into a tree and disappearing from view. To follow would be to either climb up to the road, or to hack through the heavy overgrowth.