The one overseeing the table nodded, like many of the people present they cover their heads, faces, and bodies considerably as a protection against the sun's harmful rays rather from its scorching heat.  "Aye, they are, my dear lady.  And it looks like you're one of the lucky last two to get a chance of attending the Lady's grand event!  Of course having just a mask meets only half of the requirement of getting in.  You'll need a prescribed outfit which the other stands may provide for you once they get your measurements."  From the voice of the person, Cyra could tell that speaker was a woman.<br/><br/>The person then sternly turned to Simon, sensing and not liking the visitor's tone.  Her eyes then mockingly brightened from behind all that covering on her face   "Ah, that mask you hold dear sir, represents Madarua, goddess of birth, death, and changing seasons.  She is one of the ancient gods of the Cynidiceans who once ruled the vasts lands in the past.  It is also said that Madarua has a strong dislike towards those who think less of women as mere child-bearers and homemakers, especially men."  Simon could have sworn the person sneered under her face wrap.  "And yes, it seems you are indeed 'lucky' to have ended up with the honor of bearing her visage, dear sir."<br/>