Turi wanders about almost haphazardly, partaking at whim of the various niceties that Tephu has to offer, and constantly casting a watchful eye over his brother and the perpetually focused Vershab. He makes no particular interest to demonstrate interest in their unrelated pursuits, and quickly becomes bored with the various libraries. Still, Tephu is a big place, and Turi is not about to trust his own blood's safety to the vagaries of chance and the compassion of so many strangers, so he sticks about, mostly bored. Frequently, he finds himself idly twirling or flipping a dagger, or practicing the various manipulations in hiding and subtly producing coinage and other trinkets.

More than a few times, Turi finds himself entertaining a few young urchins not unlike himself in days gone by. The eye of a small storm of amusement, a silver piece disappears into one child's ear, only to reappear from his neighbor's nose. One youngster finds a gull feather under his hat he knows wasn't there earlier in the day. Juggling stones is child's play, but nonetheless giggles of glee echo from the small crowd of children as they glint brilliantly in the midmorning sun.

He's anxiously spinning a pair of colorful rocks in his left hand as they approach the Sanctuary of Nethys on the fourth day. As the deaconess approaches, he narrows his eyes appraisingly- perhaps something is different about her demeanor today? He keeps his peace while the woman explains, his expression quickly coming to mirror Lehasti's. "Finally!" he mutters, before ceding the floor to Lehasti's more placating words. At the news that their audience will still have to wait several hours, he groans. "Guess so," he answers Vershab with a shrug.