"...huh." Zavros peered over the heads of the other onlookers - not too difficult a task, considering that he was far, far taller than most of the onlookers, and was like a mountain towering over plains and hills. "Now, I admit I'm not exactly well versed on how these ceremonies go or anything," he said, "but why's it look like there's a lotta back and forth going on? Aren't these things supposed to be...I dunno...scripted or planned out?"<br/><br/>The fact that Kisara seemed to be stepping slightly off script - if there ever was one - made him wonder if he and Mouse would have to step in. If she would, anyhow - Mouse seemed to particularly have it out for the other woman. He didn't have the entire history, but there<em>was</em>a history of sorts - having seen a few family feuds back home, he could...sort of get that.<br/><br/>"You reckon we need to get closer?" he asked. If she wanted to, Mouse could easily climb atop Zavros and hang on by the shoulders - his own mass would likely get them passage towards the boats if they had to.