[Iliad]

Arik bowed gracfully to the other and teasingly took the Atalian mans hand to kiss, half for his own amusment just to see how the other would react. Pulling away he smiled charmingly and answered in a voice that held only the faintest hints of an implacable accent. "Arik, at your service." He replied as he stepped back in to his own space and summoned the bar tender with an offhanded gesture and pressed coins to him for a bottle of good mead. "Honeyside, not bad taste at all, though I must ask, what brings you here, academic interest, I doubt it was for the mead?" He pressed, looking at the woman beside Chardon and suspecting she likely had something to do with it.