The procession thundering out of the temple had surprised Mouse. It occurred to her that she had never actually asked Talion what he was saving his lady friend<em>from</em>. A god's jealousy? Had he been trying to stop this wedding? Or bring it about?<br/><br/>A crowd of this size made her feel smaller than usual. She had known this city was big but she hadn't anticipated<em>big</em>. She shook herself out of it; she wasn't going to get any answers standing there dumbfounded as celebrants danced past her and gawkers poked her to get her to move aside before shrugging and moving on.<br/><br/>Fortunately she caught sight of someone she knew. Thank the Stag-<em>no</em>, thank anyone<em>but</em>the Stag, for Zavros and his complete inability to blend in!<br/><br/>She wasn't going to come empty-handed, for one of the coins she had found on her wanderings she got a pair of steaming meat buns wrapped in grease paper. When she was actually aware of the crowds she made her way through them like a ghost, always one step ahead of where someone else was going to be.<br/><br/>"This is too many people," she said, at Zavros' side without any introduction, as though she had always been there. She reached way up to offer him a bun. "Don't you feel cramped?"