Declan chuckled, opening the door and stepping out of the coach. He took a long breath, looking around at the area with a content smile. "Familiarity?" Thera taunted from atop the white horse. "They know you get lost in the embassy, right?"
"I do not," the ambassador scoffed at her, shaking his head dismissively. "And if you could suspend the snide remarks while we're here, that would be greatly appreciated."
The red-haired woman dismounted from the horse, holding its reins in her hand and nodded to him. "Yes, sir," she mocked, approaching Jackson to give the older man unneeded help down from his seat. "You lot don't go very far, okay? I'll find you in a little bit."
Declan leaned against the side of the coach, glancing at his guests with a slightly devious grin. "What do you guys say we go as deep into the festival as possible before she catches us?" He added a small laugh for good measure, but was actually partially serious.