<br/>Even as Seven spoke, the Plaza began to fill with more and more muttering a, and now that their attention had been drawn to the tension and the troublemakers, Silk and Starlight both began to feel the tension in the air - as though a thick cloud of roiling emotions had descended upon the crowd, which began jostling slightly more frequently. The Immaculate monks redoubled their efforts at speaking with individuals - some monks calling people out from the crowd by name, asking questions about them, and generally venting the frustrations that were building, but more often stern monks gazed unerringly at those who seemed to be upset, occasionally ejecting them from the area with seeming-gentle hands.<br/><br/><div align="center">*************************</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">HairyHeretic</div><div class="spoiler_body">After taking several long minutes observing the mysteriously beautiful woman, Kheldaran began to notice certain things that were not immediately obvious. Firstly, she seemed genuinely concerned about others - a boy, he thought - as well as being a Dun-lati native. To him, this suggested that she had some experience with the unique Immaculate deviation of Dun-lat, the Listeners. Perhaps she had been one? Whatever the case, she was not wearing their robes now. She also seemed to have deliberately induced the Immaculate monk who had confronted the <em>other</em> beautiful woman away - this seemed to indicate either a compassion, for the other woman may have been uncomfortable, or a dislike of Immaculates. Perhaps both. She had come from the eastern edge of the Plaza, where a teahouse for the elite sat. In his other guises, Kheldaran had visited once or twice, though the use of slaves to staff the teahouse had disturbed him at that time. Perhaps this indicated she was wealthy, despite what her bearing had seemed to indicate?<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2015-12-26 15:05:55, Winter King (uid: 47759) rolls: 2d10 tn1: 7 tn2: 10 Result: 0 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=83531)<br/>Your two stunt dice don't do anything here, unfortunately, but you got some info there, I hope.</div></div></div></div><br/><br/>Closer to the wali (though only marginally, now) than the women, Kheldaran noticed several of the children's parents very deliberately (as though not to appear in a hurry) take their children and move away from the Fountain, and presumably out of the plaza from there. Having finished his observation, he took quick stock of his surroundings, and noticed that behind him, closer to the wali, Shakar's janissaries beginning to become increasingly tense - the ones closest to the crowd were hefting their bronze axes idly, the implicit threat seeming to find its mark in more than a few Akhetani. Many seemed to be leaving the plaza before the unhappy atmosphere grew yet uglier, but at the same time, Kheldaran could tell that many were growing increasingly upset by the janissaries' threats, perhaps upset enough to riot.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center">*************************</div><br/>Brishah gave Krum an arch look, her eyes laughing at his question. "Is it not simply that the... unusual nature of your garment," she gestured at his Delzhan clothing, "that first interested me, dear boy?" She folded her arms under her breasts, adopting a mock-stern tone of voice. "Come now, after your comments on the nature of those whose training was completed too formally I expect a little bit of reflection!"<br/><br/>Dropping the act, she grew serious. "Well, now that you've mentioned it, I<em>am</em>slightly curious about your skills..." She trailed off, thoughtfully chewing her lower lip. "Though here and now is hardly the time for such a demonstration, I should think. But you do look like you know how to handle yourself, at least to look at you now." Her lips curved upwards in a smile that held only a hint of jest. "If you're interested in joining my lads and lasses, you'll need to show more than that, though." She shook her head. "I've heard tales of the Delzhan, and not all of them are good. But in any case, surely you ought to be off enjoying the festival than just sitting and chatting with an old woman like myself?"