The crowd was disconcerting to Torrik. He'd been her just once before. Just a ten-day ago the place had had less than a quarter of the humans, even during the market's busy time. And he'd had no trouble then in crossing the square. Now though, the orc's senses were overwhelmed by the bright decorations, noise and crowd. And where normally he would expect people to move out of his path just out of sheer discomfort, now there was nowhere for any of them to go. And many were just simply not even aware of him until he tried to push past them.

He's only gotten a quarter of the way through when the crowd seemed to hush as a whole and the speeches began. Torrik had trouble keeping up with the nuances of the common tongue at any time, but now seemed worse due to the distance and echoing across the square. Still, he turned and tried to listen for now, especially as it had suddenly become nearly impossible to make any progress whatever. He decided that this was some sort of victory celebration and judging by the applause at the end of each speech the excitement seemed to ramp up even more. Then the last person spoke and everything seemed to erupt. The crowd seemed to shift and move of it's own accord, taking the orc along with it.