Jezin's eyebrows raised as Thomas talked about his vows. It seemed the Order had a much more strict policy than the Brass Hand. Though leaving one's post for any reason would likely result in being burned alive, when a knight of the Hand was off duty there was very little they were barred from. "Sounds like you all run a very tight ship indeed." Jezin looked around at the spectators milling about, heading out of the fairgrounds. He kept an eye on Sophia amongst the shifting tides of people. "Yes, I imagine dancing will be just fine. Who all do you expect to attend the feast?"