[center][h2][b][i][color=00aeef]Qar[/color][/i][/b][/h2][/center]

The speech was now complete, a toil of hardship as long and arduous as any of Qar's travels.  While he had input little original material, mostly offering amendments or trying to keep heads cool once they had actually started working, he felt somewhat invested in the speech's reception.  All being said, however, he knew that he had some other duties to attend to that evening and had hoped to spend some time partaking in the festivities himself.

It was clear that the other Viziers were also keen to be away having spent such a long time sitting in the same chairs for hours, debating over the tiniest details and refining every aspect of the speech endlessly.  This was not a matter of physical fitness, it was one of mental endurance and Qar was glad that he had been less involved than some of the others.  Nebet, in particular, had been mostly charged with arguably the most complex and important section of the speech aimed at the nobility and calming their nerves.  Understandably, she announced that she was leaving to rest, reminding Qar of something he had considered earlier in the day.

[color=00aeef]"Ah, Priestess Nebet, I've been meaning to make a request.  There was a matter I was hoping to discuss with you but it is not of pressing importance.  If it suits you, I hope you might come by my surgery in the morning.  I was looking for some advice on a separate matter and was hoping you might impart some of your wisdom."[/color] In fact, Qar's mind was on two matters: that of the imprisoned slavers and the rumours that would seen be running through the city and that of the dual nature of many healers who administers both proven medicine and more superstitious remedies.  In both regards he felt that the Priestess was the best one to approach, at least a first and preferably in private.

Zamonth then effectively announced that Qar would be giving him a guided tour of the festivities and the delicacies that would be available.  While he was not opposed to the idea, Qar's mind was partly on the contents of his satchel.  Before finding Amen earlier in the day he had found a brief moment to prepare a few remedies that had been requested of him and they needed to be delivered that evening, if possible.  The physician doubted that Zamonth would deliberately make it difficult for him to drop of the medicines and so he conceded to the request.

[color=00aeef]"Of course.  I remember seeing a few interesting stalls on my brief excursion earlier."[/color] He was dredging these up from his memory, having barely taken notice of his surroundings while searching for Amen earlier.  A few stalls had looked to be worthy of note and the stalls offering food were likely to be grouped together. [color=00aeef]"There are a few stops I need to make as we go but they are not significant detours and should not delay us overly."[/color]

He motioned to the door and they left, Qar wondering what Zamonth's intentions were.  He doubted the big man was just hungry and in need of guiding to the food stalls.