Sigmund eyed Cayden's hall skeptically, giving pause with regards to the crowd and how poorly he walked tip-toed. Seeing over the umbrellas prooved to be beyond him, however weaving through the on-lookers had provided him with many questions answered ahead of time - maybe not accurately, but answered. The young soldier's voice caught Sigmund's attention, and he warily eyed that polearm. Hopefully if things went awry, it would be used properly, but he was not willing to test that theory immediately.<strong>"You've been here a little over an hour,"</strong>he begins quietly so as not to incite the crowd.<strong>"And your captain still watches the building as though he expects it to start attacking people at any moment."</strong>Sigmund regards, pointing and averting his eyes briefly.<strong>"I am a combatant. Let me pass."</strong><br/><br/>((meant to do it two posts ago. Going to edit my prepared spells list now.))