Jade:
"Osbert, we may need a hand down, if you don't mind." She smiled to the driver.
"Certainly, your highness." Osbert helps Jade down.
Ariadne:
Ariadne moved and lept down herself, not wanting to be helped. She'd been raised with money, but She'd always been annoyed when others tried to pamper her or treat her, ironically, like a Princess.
She looked around, taking stock of her surroundings
There's no one on the street. It's just a residential--
--Wait, an old woman comes out down the street there-- yes, dressed like a stock street character from out of the
Arabian Nights stories-- She has an armful of brooms that she starts setting up near her stoop.
When she sees Ariadne and company, she stops, freezes. Then she calls inside the doorway she just left. Repeats it, urgently.
Four kids come running out-- and when they see the carriage, they come running up. Their ages are maybe 11, 9, 4, and 3.
"Greetings, nobles," bows the oldest. They all bow. "Are you in need of a guide to the city? Someone to take a message? To run an errand? To spy on an enemy?" The 4-year-old holds out his hand as if for payment-- the 9-year-old boy gives him a little smack and he puts his arm back down.