Ian stood in the square in front of the platform that reminded each man, woman and child in it's shadow of the spirit's to escape in it's presence. Ian put the hand back on Adia's shoulder that seemed quite tense as he had expected. This area always had an ominous dreadful feeling that seemed to sap the life out of any mongrel or component that set foot in this square. As the Tzar stepped onto the stage Adia seemed to tense even more and Ian put a more protective hold in her. He wanted to make sure he could do his best to keep her calm to keep both the weather and her condition stable.<br/><br/>Ian watched as the old man was pretty much executed by his son. As the crowd boomed with cheers and applause  there also seemed to be many patches of silence which was in it's own way a touch of rebellion. Even though his arms were around Adia, trying his best to calm her down as she was he seemed to get almost as uneasy as she did. His fists were clenched but his arms were calm and he was using to help her feel safe. Honestly it helped him more than her because he didn't have family or anything to lose and he never had and He was afraid though he did his best to hide it. Something was going to happen soon and for and for better or worse something would change forever. He did not like the feeling.