Myth could've growled at the men who just shoved him. He didn't take kindly to disrespect, disregard, dismissing in general, without some kind of reason. The stories his father told him suddenly became hammered in, and he knew that the Church was, indeed, the enemy. They are Relic-hunters, and do not care for the people. The plain disregard of a gathering of three people, whether friends or strangers, is a sign of such.

But he was not here for the Church. He had another agenda, one of which was starting now, from what he could hear. As the second person pushed him aside, he whispered, just loud enough to hopefully catch his ear, 
[i]"A dangerous city, maybe. But the second will not ring quite so true."[/i]

With that, he turned towards the first person, who was probably sitting in the pew beforehand, and took him in. Based on what he knew from his father and from stories and histories, this man was a mercenary. Or 'sellsword,' as a more literal term. He gave him a smile, and said, "Strange place to meet, yeah? See you around, I'm gonna go see the Coronation."

A moment later, Myth was out the door and heading away from the Hunters, and to the Coronation. With a hand on his swordhilt, and another held out before him as if he were a waiter, he pushed his way through the crowd, using what his father told him. The armor was a sign of a warrior, because it moved relatively quietly and easily, and was meant for combat, not for sneaking.. The sword, a sign of a swordsman, obviously, and of skill, based on the worn leather of the handle. The gauntlets themselves were... eery. They silenced possible retorts or comments. 

Soon, he arrived at the gate, and deposited half a dozen gold coins in the guard's hand before he could say a word. The guard, in turn, nodded wordlessly and pointed to a relatively empty section. Many of the wealthier people paid more than the fee to find out the best spots, after all. Another minute, and he was sitting with a good view, opening his second bag of his remaining two pastries. Nibbling on the edge of one, he settled down to wait for the Coronation to start.