Mol stayed silent throughout the whole ceremony. He felt like an outsider, the brand imprinted upon him by the Dru (an x to symbolize swords) marking him forever as part of Ocrad. Luckily it was on his back and hidden by the robe. The ceremony was slow and to depressing for Mol, he felt that it should be a joyous occasion filled with singing and feasting, not this sad, slow paced thing that felt like a funeral. 
Wu stayed quiet and respectful and did what she was supposed too, knowing that Mol would follow her lead. Wu asked him after the ceremony ended 'so what do you think, I take it this is your first coronation'.
'No actually I have seen one before, not in Xian of course, but I did see Drikdaroks coronation 12 years ago. There were feast and it was a joyous time, even for me and I was serving. We got extra rations that day and a generous ork actually gave me some pork which I was surprised at. It was, really the opposite of this.' Mol replied 'not to say I didn't enjoy it however, I do like seeing new this and I understand this is a rare opportunity'.
Wu nodded, not surprised at his reaction 'To be honest I feel similar, but I respect our cultures and I understand that this is also a time of mourning for the dead emperor'.
'Ah that is why it was so solemn, I was wondering. That explains it really. Now are we expected to stay here for much longer or can we leave now?'
Wu could sense this coming 'I think we should stay for a while longer before leaving, if you didn't have the book to attend to would you leave now?'
'No I suppose not, alright we'll stay for the event, tonight could you accompany me while I test some things with the book, I may need you to record some observations'
'And if the same things happen as last time?'
'Well hopefully it doesn't' Mol replied.