The ‘fleet’ was breaking up leaving the enigmatic looking Hayson Koryne there. With the others having moved off Koryne unclasped his hands that he had in front and approached. He held his hands out in front of him, palms out. “This is our traditional greeting, however this is the more formal. Most people have something in their hands in passing. One hand is the norm.”

His hands went down to his sides. Looking about at the others a smile crossed his features for the first time. “Any of you saints drink?”
- Koryne