[i]The King had moved to the end of the Market Area, and stood eating a kebab of meat and vegetables while he watched a procession of performers passed, nodding his head as he chewed. The people of the celebration had continued to focus on him, something he'd evidently not desired. Turning to the crowd, he waved his hand once, indicating silence, which the crowd obeyed to with scarily amounts of speed.[/i] "[b]Good people,[/b]" [i]the King spoke, his voice one of regal, absolute, and yet warm authority. [/i] "[b]this is a festival. I may be your King, but this is your celebration! Enjoy it for what it is![/b]" [i]The crowd cheered at this, and began to celebrate, reveling in the party of the city.[/i]