Altair/Open
Altair had watched the speech from the vantage afforded to his family due to their title and position. He didn't think much of it, if he were to be completely honest. Nothing more than political malarkey, designed to appease the facile and easily-led: many of whom, Altair had to admit, were of his own class. They'd been very little affected by any of the disasters within the city, after all. The Nobles District had been left almost completely alone in the attacks and the riots. They could afford to pay higher prices to have their goods imported by airship. They wrung their hands and spoke in higher-pitched voices about the plight of their fair city because it made them feel good to be seen as one of those people who cared, and they nodded their heads when the king spoke of building civilization from ashes. When he was in power—
Those were his own private thoughts, anyway. Once the speech was over and the crowd had begun to mill around, Altair leaned against a building and listened to what people said around him, outwardly bored. He would formulate his public opinion based on what would get him the furthest with whomever he was speaking to at the time.