Felix had to smile a bit. "I don't think I've been around long enough to have worked [I] anywhere [/I] for long", he said, playfully. "Only seen about twenty summers. But my father didn't pass on without making sure I was well-prepared for the world". He was far from an expert, of course. The guild had only seen it fit to award him a journeymanship the last year. "My name's Felix, for what it's worth. I'm no noble or merchant of standing, so if you need to specify, Felix of Nikephora usually works for most people". Felix racked through his brain, trying to remember if there were any Halyn he could remember. A few popped to mind, but none of them seemed to fit the criteria to be the man across from him. This man must have been of some importance, given the broach signifying a family of stature. He decided that he didn't recognize it, but its simple existence told him enough about the man he was talking to.

Of course, it would've been easier to try and make a sale if Halyn hadn't been so distracted. The whole time, he kept looking back at something, making Felix wonder if he had interrupted something. Though, when the eyepatched man suddenly turned around to wave at some woman in the distance, and this was one that Felix knew. He leaned forward to whisper to the older man. "Careful. That's one of the Beffelets". Then, realizing how rude he must have sounded, tried to correct himself. "They're not bad people, by no means. But be careful talking to her. Draw too much attention, and the other noble families won't be too... [I]fond[/I] of you, to put it lightly". Felix wasn't particularly fond of any of the noble patricians: he had always chalked up the pining for the Pre-Arcartian days up to nostalgia, and the exaltation of the modern system to imperial nationalism. Still,  a lot of good people were bound to end up in the cannon-fire. "Not that I'm trying to dictate what you do. Just a word of warning. Hate to see more innocent people get caught up in all this noble bickering".