She steps along with him, without objection, looking up ahead of them.

"I've never seen any kind of architecture like this."

Jasnah feels like she should be able to name the culture, but there are no hints. No one on Roshar should even have this much metal, or the ability to work it into thin sheets like this, into the very walls.

Part of her wonders if she's dead, honestly. If someone came for her in her sleep and these are the Tranquiline Halls. She knows the Heralds haven't led the charge there, after all.