Orin made a conscious point of greeting everyone and trying to draw peoples eyes to his party in a kindly way. A few took the steps of moving their bags or coin purses away from him. He smiled, bowing and nodding, giving a little waves. He wanted the room to be friendly towards them if the thugs came in. He followed Vergu to a table and sat with his back to the crowd so his compatriots could view the room. He watched the reflections in the window and the decorated pots. 

A serving girl with fresh flowers in he hair. Orin smiled and took a deep breath, much nicer than the slave yards on every account. It was nice not to smell as much sweat or body waste. [color=#00ff00]"So, Vergu,"[/color] Orin said then paused, [color=#00ff00]"What is your favorite flower?"[/color] He was trying to let the girl know that he liked flowers and strike some idle conversation till Taliman returned and the business at hand started. [color=#00ff00]"Roses are nice, but they are full of thorns. Violets smell sweet but you can't handle them roughly or they loose their petals."[/color] She moved off and Orin did not see if she blushed or not.

Orin had not really come to understand the difference between wanting-having-and-needing.