The people of Far Mile stood in silence, at the end of the streets, in their homes, in shops, or at their jobs, eyeing the large convoy that made an extremely public but pointless display as it drove down the roads. Adrian sat in the one carriage that wasn't an open top, looking out at the people with a thin, satisfied smile on his face. He had to strike a perfect balance in gaining attention.
He couldn't have music playing as he marched through the streets with an army. That would make it obvious that he was trying to get people to notice. But having multiple carriages all flying the Imperial Flag was fine. It may have seemed over the top to the common man, but for foreign spies, it was the perfect blend of glamour and protection for a foreign visit without being excessive.
