Tempus was very distracted now. Something felt... strange and yet familiar. Impossibly familiar. Something was coming... Or maybe something was simply throwing his senses off? With so much flux in the air, it was possible. He glanced upwards and sniffed, trying to pick up on something, anything that might give him a clue, but the smell of charred food and spices was overpowering.
Pulling himself out of it he smiled and turned to his companion. "Where would you like to go to next?" he asked. "We can... go see some of the street performers or we could get something to eat. There's a stall near here that does the most wonderful spicy charred... something. I think I might have told myself to forget what it was so that I'd still enjoy it" he said, making a slightly odd face.