Cassimir went in the procession of knights though most might think him out of place. He was probably known better by the nobles than the people. He did not wave or make a spectacle as the others did. He merely moved in line with his horse, who was carrying most of his baggage, small in comparison to the nobles.

The squandering of wealth, and the exploitation of people filled him with disgust. He had seen one person near the front. He had a harem with him. He guessed that they were not there of their own choosing. While he hoped the be prosperous, he sincerely hoped he never wasted money to that extent. He looked around, eying the nobles not in line to see if he recognized any.

He saw a few nobles he had had dealings with in the past, though they did not see him now they would understandably be uneasy around him. He also saw a woman, presumably nobility, with a body guard. He did not remember her from any of his past dealings. He sighed at the prospect of having to do the big charade of 'greeting' everyone. It was so stilted socially. He hoped this would be over soon.