Evander took his place next to the older mime (close but not too close as Baines and Finch, not Miles and Evan), stretching out into an open posture to reciprocate the welcome of that public official.
The small band of men oozed charisma from their pores. The judge--or not a judge here, simply Bard--felt at ease around his peers, for a moment forgetting that they were here as thieves. (He ought to have returned to the councilman's side at this point.)
"All right, then," the woman said to them in response, pushing back a strand of hair behind her ear where a pen rested. She waved her hand in a gesture for them to follow her to prepare for the concert. Evander fell in step with the group, towering over them as he stretched his neck to keep watch like they were ducklings for him to care under his wing.