As he listened to the impassioned speech, and took in the sights, he couldn't help but feel the whole thing was... well, a little silly. How likely was anything to come of this?  Cynicism took hold readily enough. Most of these people were probably worthless, most likely content with what little they did have, or enjoyed being able to complain; and they all just banded together to do just that. Complain. Life sucks, people are assholes... they'll talk and talk, and they'll feel better because they think they're doing something, and nothing will happen.<br/><br/>Well, that's what he's expecting. Cynicism comes easily to him; it probably came quite easily to many of the bastard races, though perhaps especially, he thought, to Tieflings. And yet, there was something odd about the whole thing; something alluring. More than just that amazingly well-built woman, too; that trinket of hers. Little more than a bauble, perhaps, but of religious value. It looked... surprisingly interesting.<br/><br/>He watched it for what felt like minutes, but was only seconds, and almost before he knew it, he was approaching the impromptu stage. Without any ado at all, without any introduction, without any sort of threatening behavior or even much acknowledgement of the crowd itself, he would walk straight up to the half-orc.  His spear would shift over into his left hand, the butt of it resting against the ground, some of his weight against the weapon. He used it almost like a walking stick, at the moment. His right hand would slowly extend outwards to the woman, palm up. "Let me see that." He'd say. Voice even, fairly flat, with a hint of... was it an attitude? No, not really. Just a bit of an accent, or some quirk of his biology.  He wanted to get a closer look at it. He wasn't quite sure why, it just seemed like the best idea he's had all day.