[center][color=f26522][h2]Satiah[/h2][/color][/center]
For such a serendipitous turn of events, Satiah was feeling quite drained. The actual construction of the speech had proceeded relatively without incident after Amen had returned. Which was good, because the tedium was getting to her; indeed, all the discourse and statecraft made Satiah quite dazed by the end of the conference, regardless of how much the content - which itself had a clear right answer that most, for some tragic reason, were too unwilling to call an acceptable measure - had appealed to her sensibilities. But at least a great deal of good was to come from this; they even had a plan to put in place. 

Determining that she needed to get out of the stuffy study before her brain began to melt, Satiah left without much fanfare, disappearing from the scene in that shadowy way only a servant could. At the time, the woman had nothing in mind to fill her time. She was not hungry enough to join the men’s feast nor was she particularly willing to involve herself in the frivolous festivities, which themselves tended to be rather unsatisfying without any company. 

So Satiah would simply wander the palace, contributing unobtrusively to the work of the palace servants. Fine-tuning and organizational busywork, mostly, until the trumpeting fanfare signalled the start of the speech. While she already knew what was to be said, Satiah hadn’t been doing much else and decided that she may as well watch. Maybe some assailant would take the opportunity to strike at that period - quite unlikely, given the retinue of royal guards arrayed there, but still a possibility. 

And so, away from  the convocation, the robed attendant watched, listened, and ultimate stopped paying attention. By the final stretch, all she really heard or saw was the murmuring of the crowd and strange patterns in people’s clothes, the curvature of the architecture, and other trivial intricacies of design. [color=f26522]“...Eh? Huh, it’s over,”[/color] the vizier said after having been torn from her dreamlike state by the thunderous cheering around her. 

Following the flowing flock into the festival grounds, Satiah found herself walking around the streets of Thebes, surrounded by people but still alone. At this point in time, she’d gotten hungry enough to acquire food from the festival vendors, satiating her growing hunger and no more than that. A few times she’d gathered glimpses of Qar and Zamonth - their figures quite distinct within the crowd - but hadn’t gone out of her way to address them as she followed the crowd aimlessly.