It's so crowded in here

*Quin looks a /bit/ disheveled – he gave up his broad hat and fine vest along with his whole belt with pouches, so he’s in nothing but his trousers and tunic (which he tucked in to neaten up at least a little). Tam, by comparison, is in full jester kit, with an extra belt around his hips and a lute slung over one shoulder, slightly awkward for those who are observant enough. The faces, however, and how they carry themselves…and lock gazes with fear and concern, checking on each other… Quin spots the noblewoman next and . . . drops to a knee, head bowed low. That makes Tam /stiffen/, looking at her almost accusingly before…forcing himself to bow to her*
Tam: My lady…
*Patch also bows as best he can, wearing Quin’s hat, his own tucked in the back of his belt. Rihn is tucked to him, face buried in the old man’s shoulder.*