Tulio wasn't sure if this change of scenery was doing him any good. There were so many people here and it made him skittish. He knew it wouldn't take much for the crowd to swallow him if he let it. It seemed like no matter what he did, he was always looking over his shoulder, always doing a double-take to see if anyone was giving him weird looks. The coronation of Marina Targaryen had been a nightmare, with all those people and hearing talk about dragons. Tulio wanted nothing to do with anything that could fly and breathe fire. He sighed, his hands curling and uncurling into fists as he made his way onto a boardwalk near the edge of the city. Thankfully, there were far less people there, and the silence was comforting to him. The only sounds were his footsteps and the water slapping against the wood.