Taking the pair of glasses, the Avatar focused on channeling Dialga’s power into them, sensing that familiar thrum spread forward, warming him inside. A blue glare later, and the object was as new as the day it was purchased. Drystan held them up to his face, staring through them towards the black-robed man, and giving a single nod of approval at the handiwork. 

“[color=00aeef]Handier than one might think,[/color]” he said, folding the legs of the glasses before reaching out to hand them back. “[color=00aeef]It cuts down massively on costs in pretty much any way you can imagine - and this is only a fraction of what it can really do.[/color]”

Drystan pondered the question for a moment. His newfound companion didn’t appear to have any ulterior motive for asking, but he had picked up on the raw desire there. Essence tugged at the corner of his awareness, before a faint ethereal whisper spoke. “[color=00aeef][b]Careful. He may be more than he appears.[/b][/color]”

Deep down, Drystan believed that wasn’t the case.

“[color=00aeef]No, you are definitely not mistaken,[/color]” he said, carefully scanning the fellow Avatar’s eyes. “[color=00aeef]I am simply in the market for a certain magical macguffin, and believed - perhaps foolishly - that I may find such a trinket at a gathering of Avatars.[/color]” Taking a drag of the cigarette in his mouth, his face suddenly contorted into something resembling disgust for a mere moment, before he quickly blew out the smoke.

“[color=00aeef]Forgive me, I’m yet to introduce myself. Drystan Graye, Avatar of Dialga, and that there is Deladriss.[/color]” Another small pause between words followed, before he spoke again. “[color=00aeef]They both wish me to offer greetings on their behalf as well. May I offer you a cigarette? Many of the guests here do not seem to smoke, but I find it impolite not to at least offer.[/color]”