Kindred thinks Nightbane as he continues his vigil.
Looks who's got an ear for good music. Perhaps a familiar face will soothe your fears, my guardian. Moira thinks smiling as she feels the chill of the link.
After the crowd cheers soften a bit, she aims to make visual contact with Falthor, smile and wave at him and approaches him if possible.
"I fear that the smell here will be more memorable that the performance." said Moira jokingly when she is next to Falthor just loud enough for him to hear her. "it is joyful to see a kindred spirit to enjoy the last of this impressive act" she states approvingly to him in the same volume.