Kheldaran filed the comment from the merchant away, giving the pair a somewhat befuddled smile. He might have a poke around their business sometime in the near future, and see what interesting secrets he could discover. Putting that thought aside, he began weaving slightly closer to the front of the crowd. He didn't intend to be in the front row, but close enough he'd be able to see what was happening.<br/><br/>His eyes slowly swept across the the Wali and his enterage, his observation masked by occasional drinks from his gourd and slightly off key humming of some unidentifiable tune ... or tunes ... it seemed to change every so often. The bodyguards looked competent enough, though without seeing them in action he couldn't be certain just how good they were. The Wali himself was somewhat less impressive, but that happened with all noble families ... sometimes the most capable individuals were sidelined to due the position, and what floated to the top was somewhat less impressive.<br/><br/>His lips moved behind the gourd as he watched the Wali speaking with the Immaculate beside him.<em>Now, who .. ah, of course. The guest of honour. Yes, I'm surprised she hasn't made an appearance as well. The Immaculates keep a tight enough grip on such things, I find it hard to believe that she wouldn't be here without an exceptionally good reason</em>he thought. He took another drink and looked around the square to guage the mood of the crowd itself.<em>I don't think we're in any danger of a riot just yet, but I suspect that unless matters change soon, there may be rumblings of discontent.</em>