It was a decently sized park by the look of it, or at least from given the bit of previous wandering Yazoo had done upon first entering and they had yet to come upon a sign of demarcation between it and the city proper, if such a thing existed.

The Remnant was fairly aware of his surroundings most times, though he did miss the discreet glance simply because he was more focused on the large group instead of the single individual with whom he continued to walk beside at the invitation. And yet still there seems to be more of these gatherings, varying in size and activities, scattered around with seemingly no rhyme or reason.

“Must be a popular area for the locals.” He mused as his green eyes continued to survey their surroundings attentively before he nodded towards a freestanding pavilion and it’s small offering of seating for the Emet-Selch’s consideration.