The Duke was rather amused by the fact this human offered his hand to him. After all, the size difference between them was quite notable, made even more obvious when the metal man reached for the extended hand and wrapped his around it. "Duke Rexes Virne, Ragnarov Fleet. People are right eccentric at times, so her behaviour was nothing new to me", he returned the greeting and let go of his hand. "Is just right peculiar, leaving like that if she was s'posed to be looking for work. But it is none of my business in the end", he mused before taking another sip of his drink.

He turned to have a better look at the human, surprising himself with just how... irrelevant he looked. With him being so used to the members of the council, a creature this ordinary... it was almost fascinating to him. He decided to play along, to keep the chat rolling about the arrogance of the woman: "Yet I've already made it my business, so might as well keep at it. Do you know her? You two, or three, maybe four, were talking."

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