He allowed himself to look impressed, though he was more interested in watching who did what. His blindsense gave him a basic idea of what was going on, but details like faces were lost in that sense. However, the Sultan was different enough from everyone else that he had no problems tracking him with blindsense. He hadn't set up a link for Cerul to watch through, as he wasn't going to be rescuing her mother unless it was clear she was about to be killed. He noted who was drifting where, the subtle motions more than enough to reveal who thought what. He was already classing everyone together into groups, who supported the sultan, who pretended to support him but didn't honestly care, each person there got a label as he moved forward, pausing on the steps up, one foot on the top landing, the other foot on the step below, posing like a big damn hero. He refrained from smirking as he realized what he was doing, before stepping up and into the mass of people.<br/><br/>He allowed himself to be greeted by several low level nobles, keeping the conversions short and moving on, always drifting toward the sultan, since it would be rude to ignore his host, but also rude to ignore the bottom feeders, since they might report to someone important.