"Excuse me, please make way, thank you."
Trying to blend in as just another ordinary person, and even appearing quite polite, Iapetus rose from his seat and headed toward the periphery of the venue.
The entire amphitheater, built against the mountain, had flat interstitial roads every dozen rows or so, which arced around and led to the exits to the outside world.
However, at the moment, the spectators participating in the convention were very enthusiastic, with loud talking and standing not uncommon. This meant Iapetus had to inch his way out of the viewing platform, even having to continually greet acquaintances along the way.
Yes, acquaintances—in fact, in Athens Iapetus not only had acquaintances but also an inherited aristocratic status, a not insignificant fiefdom, and a widely known reputation.
