19
Rue
I look across the crowd of people, which is no less than ten thousand strong. Dryas is right in front of me, standing close to the street that has been kept clear by a number of blank-faced Podgorican police. The crowd extends outward in a radius, from the steps of the Cathedral all the way out to the tall oblong buildings that flank the church.
Damen stands behind me, effectively putting me between him and Dryas. It’s nice, in a way. To be protected from interference by the two towering men, each armed with a scowl and, I assume, several firearms. And it’s a plus that I don’t have to worry about being crushed by the crowd.
No, Damen is taking care of that. I saw him drive his elbow into the nose of one particularly drunken reveler. Everyone else is wary of him now, which is fin
