The small girl looked around the crowded building, people were everywhere again, strange people, loud people...<br/><br/>Out of the corner of her eye a flash of mirrored steel reflected a lanterns light into her eyes. She focused on the source and saw the familiar sight of Morr the Knight, the full-plate standing out amongst the people clothed in linens and regular clothing.<br/><br/>They were no better, she looked up at the blind monk, and down at her own clothing. The jacket she was wearing over her habit seemed to make her look more like these people, but Zato was obviously different, the long brown habit he wore combined with his seeing-cane marking him out from the strange people who seemed to fill the room. She looked up again and saw a variety of faces regarding the both of them with what Mary assumed was curiosity, but, it didn't seem like happy curiosity...<br/><br/>She tugged slightly on the Blind Monk's sleeve, and began making her way through the room. The people around watching as she slowly lead the Monk through the tightly packed crowd, in places she had to squeeze through gaps as Zato apologised for making contact with the people. She didn't want to have to brush against them... but, they didn't move. She waited for a while behind two people who blocked her path, eventually they looked down, snorted, and went about talking again.<br/><br/>She pushed her way between them, scrambling out the other side and pulling the monk through despite the two people's protests and much feather dislodging from the by now rather disgruntled duck she held against her chest. After much more of this she had made her way to the metal-clad figure, she stopped, and waited.<br/><br/>And waited.<br/><br/>And waited.<br/><br/>"Mister Morr." she said, trying to alert him to her presence. Her voice not making it above the loud chatter of the people by the bar.<br/><br/>"Mister Morr?" she asked again, looking up at the back of the broad figure that was the Knight.<br/><br/>She released her grip on Zato's sleeve for a second, and looked forward at the polished armour.<br/><br/>There... there was nowhere to tug...<br/><br/>Extending her small, pale hand towards the Knight the small girl hesitantly knocked gently 3 times upon the steel Back-Plate, before looking up again at the large armoured figure.