[center][b]Sitara Kalyani
The Royal Otharion Theatre[/b][/center]

"The Coronation of his noble majesty, the soon to be King Aral Otharion the Fifth, will be held in one hours time at the Royal Otharion Theatre! Make way to the theatre if you wish to attend! An entrance fee is required, there will be no exceptions!" The crier rode through the throng of people on the back of a tall and lean mare, making his deep baritone heard down the street and repeating himself every few moments. Sitara moved out of the horse's path with the rest of the crowd, her glaive held up to avoid skewering someone's calf in the dense crowd. It seems she had not missed the coronation yet, this would be a first for her. Kings had a stubborn way of clinging to life, so in all of her travels she had yet to be in the right place and the right time to see the crowning of a new king. It would be a story, if nothing else, and there was bound to be some entertainment at this 'Royal Theatre' of theirs.

Taking her cues from the crowd, she began to flow through the city on a gently moving river of people. There was, surprisingly, a Church of Idris along her path. She had heard the Otheans had a stiff relationship with them. Then she was guided through a market of hastily constructed stalls and wagons selling everything from pastries to lumber, she could not see or smell the pastries in the stink of all of these people but above the crowds she heard the roar of the boisterous baker. "[b][i]Tarts and Tales! Tales of Tarts! Get it all at Derry's Stall![/i][/b]" he seemed to be of a charismatic sort, she would have to come back after the coronation if he was still around and try on one of these 'tales' he was boasting about. The tarts she wouldn't mind either, she had a sweet tooth she liked to hide.

Eventually the main street led to the city's inner wall, where she presumed the noble houses and palace lay. It was a tall and circular structure, with elegant spires at regular intervals. The soldiers manning the battlements shined in their polished armor, likely having never seen real battle. This kingdom looked soft to her, but perhaps it was merely ceremonial armor for the coming coronation? Either way she followed the rest of the crowd around the walls, she had expected this arena to be inside but apparently it was in the northern reaches of the city nearer to the harbor. This was a lakeside city, after all. Even if it couldn't reach the ocean, the harbor was still warranted by the rivers bringing trade down from the mountain villages and their local fishing industry.

Sitara continued on as the sun began descending from its peak over head, until finally what she could only assume was the Royal Theatre came into view. The structure was built into the harbor wall itself, and it was rather beautiful. The stones fit together seamlessly to form the semi-circle that made up the theatre's stands, and their were ornate carvings and mosaics decorating its exterior. The crowds were backed up here as people tried to make it to the theatre before the coronation, those who did not or could not were lining the streets along the path that the Prince would take from the Palace which is why the crowd had been forced on and off the main road. Despite some lingering doubt as to how many people the stadium could actually hold, she eventually did make it through the gates and found herself a place in the quickly filling stands. It had only cost her one gold to get in, but opportunistic vendors were walking through the stands offering fresh treats for one, two, or even three gold a piece. That was an outrageous price to pay for something that looked so cheap and...[i]delicious[/i]. Refusing the temptation, Sitara took her seat and waited as the thundering cheers in the distance revealed that the Prince would soon be on his way.

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[center][b]Senior Inquisitor Marastus Cane
The Outer City Guard House[/b][/center]

As the three strangers met within the confines of the local Church of Idris, there came a cacophony of sounds from the church's undercroft. Before any present could question what was happening, the doors leading to the church interior swung open loudly and a young man buckling on an ornamented breastplate stormed out with other priests following him. The expression on his face indicated he was not pleased as he brushed through the three without grace or apology in his rush to get outside. "You mean to tell me Inquisitor Jardin is acting without orders?" he shouted at one of the priests. "I'll have his spine for this! Rally the auxiliaries!" The other priests scattered in several different directions with cries of [i]Yes Father Cane![/i] Whatever the commotion was, Marastus Cane clearly didn't have time for tact and subtlety, and was making no efforts to hide which direction he was heading. Those who were curious, could easily have followed him to the scene where Inquisitor Jardin was attempting the apprehension of a Heretic.