He looked down at his slip of paper, sure at this point he was in the right place. "A lot of people here." He felt like a stone statue. These kind of events made him uncomfortable. He got up every morning, went off to do his job, came home, had a beer and was content with that. These big crowds, all the maddening laughter, he had no idea how to react.
He handed the piece of paper to Peitho, his oath that he had come as she requested. Most of these people were dressed up, hair done, makeup, and suits. He was in neither. He was still wearing his fireman's jacket.