Perhaps he looked like a crazy old man to some, but Nali was not one of those people. She had seen Ghede more than once in the few days that she and Ranveer had been at the circus, but had yet to introduce herself. There was much to familiarize herself with, after all, not the least of which was her own husband.
But Ranveer wasn't at her side; she had lost sight of him some time before, and continued to roam through the crowd. They both looked like something they weren't, of course – Ghede looked like he was talking to himself, Nali looked like nothing more than a young traveler taking in the Cirque. Shorts and a longish, sleeveless tunic made of breezy material. Dark hair falling in curls around her shoulders and down her back. Even sunglasses perched atop her head, forgotten now that night was fully upon them.
Casual as she seemed, though, she was intensely watchful. Things had been quiet since their arrival, but that meant nothing. From what she had heard, things had seemed quiet in Rome before they went all to pieces. But Rome was far behind them, and she and Ran were there to help – hopefully those things would make a difference.
Even so, Nalini stepped aside for Ghede, dipping her head in respect. "Is it the presence of the dead that influence the guests? Or are they foolishly afraid of you, Master Puppeteer?"