Finn has done this whole party thing enough times to know what to do. Back at home, shaking hands was not much of a thing, and was in more rural villages even looked down upon as a "Vertirian" custom. In every foreign court he has visited, however, the gentlemen of the wider world seem to insist upon every seeing them to clasp palms. He almost wanted to greet this man the way his people did, in which two men meeting for the first time would shout at the top of their lungs at each other. Looking around, though, it was perhaps not the best idea. After all, wasn't the whole reason for his grand tour to absorb the mannerisms of the more "modern" cultures?

As quickly as Finn thought about it, it was done. The guests quickly began to mingle, as guests tended to do, far as Finn's limited experience with guests went. None of the men he saw were kinlords, chiefs, or lairds of any capacity. These were dukes and barons, and their way of doing things were, as many have said directly to his face, "more dignified". In a less formal setting, he might have laughed. He certainly wasn't in Caer Comarinn anymore. This was grand Vertiron, and he must do as the Vertirians do. He looked around the room, using his lankiness to full advantage, taking in the architecture and artistry. Who ought he talk with first?