Turi continues to plod along, sullenly trailing a few steps behind Vershab. He eyes their guide distrustfully, without acknowledging either the arcanist's unusual behavior or Lehasti's playful banter. Focused with apparent single-mindedness on the meat pie still in his hand, it vanishes down his gullet in what might be an impressive display of consumption, were it not for the hoopla providing more than sufficient distraction.

His hands, now freed of their savory occupants, disappear beneath the folds of his robe. His eyes scan the crowds, perhaps lingering more on their guide than is strictly necessary.