After the quiet bustle of the spaceport, the city proper came as something of a shock. Still, Blake hid his disgust at the milling mass of people with ease. Quite apart from the smell, Blake was accutely aware of vulnerable they'd be if anyone attacked them here. Anyone could be hiding in ths crowd. Anyone. If there was ever a time to convince Carcer to keep his mouth shut now was it. He listened to the priest's suggestion quietly and shook his head.
"No," he said flatly, "we've started this charade, we may as well keep it up. Stay behnd me and look important. If anyone asks, you're here to consecrate the cathedral, no more, no less. Garvel, fall back behind these two and keep an eye out for anyone following us, I'll see about opening a path."
Resting one hand lightly on the butt of his laspistol, he suited action to words and began clearing a path with his elbows. The going was only marginally faster than it had been before, but it afforded him a better chance to
observe the crowd and the buildings ahead. That and keep a firm grip on his guns. For all that, he found the number of 'uncivilised' faces almost nostalgic, and incongruously out of place with the square, rust red buildings that filled the streets to either side. However common they may have been elsewhere, they struck him as out of place, and he had to fight occassionally to keep his mind on the task at hand.
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above is a perception test, if I read it right, I rolled ten so I passed (with two degrees of success!), if there's anything worth noticing, like someone suspicious, a decent bar, or even an attractive woman, let me know.