Justarr sighed, his coarse black hair pulled back into a ponytail, his eyes darting this way and that. He was currently sitting outside, somewhere in the middle of the two conflicting groups. He had the urge to go sit with the supporters of the Queen, but resisted the urge; It was none of his business. He scratched his small patch of hair on his chin, while his cheap meal arrived. His funds were running low, and he had naught but his bow, the clothes on his back, and the enjoyment gained from listening to the gleeman. He took a small sip from his ale, enjoying the taste and feeling as it ran down his throat. He thanked the person - He didn't pay much attention to who and/or what they were - who brought him his meal, and started eating. It wasn't much, but it was enough to sate his hunger. As he ate, he looked around at the crowd, looking for people of interest. A random hobby, he had to say, more of a test of his skills in picking people out of a crowd. He was a bounty hunter, but he was a good judge of character. He had a general idea of what people were trying to do, and his skills at finding things were generally superb, compared to the average person. He could feel the tension in the air, but he tried to ignore it... tried to look deeper. If he couldnt even see past such a petty thing as hostility, then how would he find his target in a riotous crowd? Not that it was likely to happen, but it was an excersize nonetheless.
Finishing his meal, he sat back, his sharp, dark eyes fully aware now. They darted from person to person, landing on each for only a moment, before moving on. His meal was finished, and so the real excersize commenced. His focus, fully on his self-set task, was near-unshakeable.