Heavy footsteps were just barely heard over the crowds of people talking among themselves, or shopping in the stalls. Feng was moving at an almost lazy pace through the crowds, the common folk moving out of the huge mans way when they noticed him. In one hand was a giant axe, the haft of it being used as a walking stick and the blade covered by a leather 'sheathe'. In the other he was a partially eaten smoked ham hock. His eyes, almost hidden by the shadow of his brow, observed the packed streets. The whisperings of the coronation coming from multiple directions.

That really was the only reason why he had come to this city. He wanted to see the new king with his own eyes, hear what he had to say. Would he be a worthy king? Or a puppet of the Faith sweeping across the land denying people a useful tool. The closer he had gotten to these lands and to this kingdom the more wary he got. There was no tolerance for magic, a death sentence for any practitioner most likely. But luckily his Relic, that ebony coin, was safely hidden and its effects impossible to tell without some sort of magical sensory.

As he had wandered the main areas of the city he had heard where a major event would be taking place. The coliseum, which was interesting. He didn't think there would have been a combat portion, he had never heard of a king actually fighting anything. But then again those stories may have been severely outdated. He did live on a mountain for his whole life, only choosing now to actually travel somewhere beyond the safety of his territory.

But here was a good question. What the hell was a coliseum? He'd have to stop and ask...or just follow the more mobile crowds direction. He'd stay away from the side roads for now and stay on this main one.